The Queen of Otters wasn't happy. Curled on her driftwood throne, she weighed the clam shells of justice. Some days, most days, she wanted to drop them both in the pool and be done with this. Today she dropped the left. "Let him drift," she said, her voice drowned by their gasps.
1:07 PM - 22 Mar 2018
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