Room #12
The voices are quiet for a minute. And then, almost faintly, the whisper comes back "alone..." in what sounds for all the world like her mother's voice.
Room #12
The voices are quiet for a minute. And then, almost faintly, the whisper comes back "alone..." in what sounds for all the world like her mother's voice.
Hail to the Lord of Death and Destruction!
CATNIP FOR THE CAT GOD! YARN FOR THE YARN THRONE! MILK FOR THE MILK BOWL!