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In Uncategorized on April 25, 2014 at 9:02 am

When I returned a demon with whiskers sticking out of his funnily bent ears had crawled out from under the bed. He was sipping my tea.

“Hey! That’s my earl grey.”

Wrinkling that awkward little nose, he licked the skin about his mouth. Wet leather on sundried pavement. I squinted at the sound.

The voice was even worse. “Actually, it’s berry hibiscus.” He revealed six jagged points, surprisingly white.

I didn’t return the grin. Finally he scowled, kicking my beverage to carpet. “You can’t just leave your stuff and not expect to share.”

We were both lying.

(It was chamomile.)


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