I google obligingly. She ponders the images with troubled eyes.
“What…what harm does it do?”
Scott hastily explains. Stars, light, not a monster. Not a Giant Thing with Pincers lurking in outer space.
It’s always the preschool shows that scare the pants off you.
Me thinketh that I shall rehearse it here
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day seventeen: tired