"I dreamed I was running through a strange house, looking for my daughter. I found her — though it wasn't really her — and grabbed her by the arm. "You didn't eat dinner last night, did you?" I shouted. "What did you have for breakfast?" Not-Kitty smiled. "A teaspoon of air," she said sweetly."
One Spoonful At A Time
One Spoonful At A Time
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