Thursday, November 19, 2015

No place like home

I took shelter as best as I could from the tornado, but when it lifted me from my hiding place, I thought I was a goner.  I blacked out, and when I came to, I was surrounded by a bunch of short people cheering me as being a witch killer. I also found myself in the body of a teenaged girl. I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.

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