by Joyce DiPastena
(I don't remember why I wrote this for last year's retreat, but I ran across it while looking through my notes from this year's retreat)
(I don't remember why I wrote this for last year's retreat, but I ran across it while looking through my notes from this year's retreat)
Like now.
"How did you get from the bedroom to that counter so fast?" her person demanded. "Are you teleporting again?"
Clio smiled her feline smile and sat in dignified silence.
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