Here is my space, and Mona has finally stepped into it.
The pandemic hasn’t made things easier.
He knows about tests. He’s had lots of them.
She heard from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that these guys know where to find some, so she tracked them down and here she is.
She’s run out of candy hearts. It had to happen sometime; a box only holds so much.
The ranger had wondered at that, if she had perhaps meant to say “humane” instead.
Whatever you call the fairies, they’re invasive insects deliquescing our local trees.
I know Scottie is a little shit
On top of all of this, she shouldn’t have allowed herself to be so delicate.
It’s like watching him vanish into a pool of dark water