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?
Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Mass”
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?