I just has to be your way, doesn’t it?
Josie pulled her tea cup aside to avoid the deposit. “Let’s play Old Maid, Dad just taught me how yesterday- it’s really really fun-” “But we’re still entertaining our guests. Mr. Bear is aghast at your manners! We haven’t even had cake yet!” “They don’t eat. They’re just stuffed animals!” Josie unpackaged the playing cards from their box. “They’re inanimate!” “You are inanimate. Everybody eats. Especially Mr. Bearington. He loves honey.” Val crossed her arms. “Look how you’ve hurt their feelings.” Josie looked at the stuffed toys, staring blankly as they ever were.
The airlock doors cycled with a rush of hot desert air, dust and atmosphere whirled around the man named Clayton.
The airlock doors cycled with a rush of hot desert air, dust and atmosphere whirled around the man named Clayton.
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Consider this as a chapter break. It’s a great kicker.
He never confessed his doubts, though. He fancied his life far too much.
