"He might come home today," Sparkle mumbled. "Maybe he's coming home right now. Or maybe he's just sleeping really hard. Maybe I'll get to puke on him tonight, instead."
... Lucky Atton.
Still, Sparkle was shuffling toward the door, eyes on the stairs, mind drifting in about a hundred directions at once.
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... Lucky Atton.
Still, Sparkle was shuffling toward the door, eyes on the stairs, mind drifting in about a hundred directions at once.