“There’s nowhere on Earth,” Sam said, her voice low and slow, as if she were dragging the sounds out of her mouth.
“Did you try the moon?” Lee’s voice sounded about the same.
Sam winced. “Sorry, I can go—“
“No.” Lee sighed. “It’s my turn.”
Sam managed a small smile, her eyes half-lidded, as she rocked the groaning baby in her arms.
Read More Zone of Eternal Sleep“I’m Matchstick the Mouse. And, hey, I’m actually a mouse. Surprised? I bet you’re wondering how I got my name. You’re not? Wait! Where are you going?”
“Match, who are you talking to?”
“My fans.”
“Why are your fans walking away from you?”
Matchstick raised a furry brow. “Good question.”
“Is that the style you want for your chapters of our memoirs?” Mischief reached for her satchel to pull out a pencil.
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