“There’s something wrong with Thursday,” Lissa whispered, “it isn’t creeping around in the usual manner.” Thursday looked up at them, nonplussed. There was something quietly stormy and grey about it…
“There’s something wrong with Thursday,” Lissa whispered, “it isn’t creeping around in the usual manner.” Thursday looked up at them, nonplussed. There was something quietly stormy and grey about it…
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