It turned into a prince, like it said, but its lungs were still on the metal tray, and it still stank of formaldehyde. I wiped my mouth.
Daniel Galef writes when he isn’t reading.
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by Daniel Galef
by Daniel Galef
It turned into a prince, like it said, but its lungs were still on the metal tray, and it still stank of formaldehyde. I wiped my mouth.
Daniel Galef writes when he isn’t reading.