“How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. It will take a month to clean up. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. She found herself looking sheepishly around the bedroom when a sudden tingle of electricity moved from her groin, fanning out from her belly. Before her was a great Gothic portal. Pardon what I have said, Madam.
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