He Duct Taped forty-seven rockets to an old lawn chair.
“Just like in that movie,” he shouted. “‘You want the moon, Mary?'”
Mom kept packing.
K. C. Norton doesn’t exist in mirrors.
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by K. C. Norton
by K. C. Norton
He Duct Taped forty-seven rockets to an old lawn chair.
“Just like in that movie,” he shouted. “‘You want the moon, Mary?'”
Mom kept packing.
K. C. Norton doesn’t exist in mirrors.