Tuesday sends her regards, slipped in-between dodgy memories and a song that won't let go. It all blends nicely while we sit in the park, on a bench, drenched to the bone by that damn 40%. Wasn't supposed to be enough to worry about, so I went out and the umbrella stayed in. Fairytales are dark like that. There is always enough mayhem to make any moral stick. Sadness and sweetness and light will make a good show of it, though, and turn a casual observer into a Subject Matter Expert (and you know we need more of those.)
On tonight's episode we'll learn how to harness our latent supernatural abilities.
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