I scry the yarn where futures spread:“Either he’s alive or he’s dead.Or the cops got him… or they don’t—” I purr.“The cosmos shrugs. My whiskers won’t.” Psychic Meow Meow peers…
I scry the yarn where futures spread:“Either he’s alive or he’s dead.Or the cops got him… or they don’t—” I purr.“The cosmos shrugs. My whiskers won’t.” Psychic Meow Meow peers…