The Lord of Misrule – A Short Story
Decorations? Check. Food? More or less sorted. Invitations? In progress. Drinks? With each item I mentally ticked off, Lenny whumped his tail on the floor. Though the imminent gathering would be small and comfortable, the task of putting it together somehow loomed larger than planning a Grand Gala. Lenny huffed. “I know, boy.” I blew …
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