A month ago, I thought magic only existed in storybooks.
But reality is stranger than fiction.
Just ask the bear in my kitchen or the corpse bird who keeps talking to me.
I’m a middle-aged magical timebomb with no idea how many people I’ll take down with me when I explode. The bite on my shoulder should have turned me into a zombie a month ago. There is no cure.
Acceptance means death, but I intend to live. I’ll slap some paste on my wound, pick up some antibiotics, and figure out a way to keep my animal shelter from shutting down.
Everything’s totally under control….
But reality is stranger than fiction.
Just ask the bear in my kitchen or the corpse bird who keeps talking to me.
I’m a middle-aged magical timebomb with no idea how many people I’ll take down with me when I explode. The bite on my shoulder should have turned me into a zombie a month ago. There is no cure.
Acceptance means death, but I intend to live. I’ll slap some paste on my wound, pick up some antibiotics, and figure out a way to keep my animal shelter from shutting down.
Everything’s totally under control….
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