![]() Sal still hates a vague what Gizmo centers on, but for God’s sake, that cat never lets you try, and so all the poor boy got was ten minutes late for his medical examination.įrom there, things didn’t go much better. He had all started with his facial prosthesis, which in the night had acquired its own consciousness behind it and had managed to slip into the most unlikely corner of the room, the bedside table. He would not be surprised, everything on this day seems to be rowing against him. He could swear that bucket of water just came out of the ground under his feet to soak his pants on purpose. “I can swear this bucket wasn’t there before.”Īnd Sal could really swear it.
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