Momus talks with the pink paper; Hope Larson talks with her house.
Oh, that’s right. I was supposed to murder you today. Oh well. Give Dylan my apologies.
Smooches.
We’re back and I’m puzzled. Anybody catch the context that fell out of this one?
Mars, or, Misunderstanding
Oh, that’s right. I was supposed to murder you today. Oh well. Give Dylan my apologies.
Smooches.
We’re back and I’m puzzled. Anybody catch the context that fell out of this one?