February 19th excerpt:

Was that … a leather jacket?

The perplexed expression lingered on his face and he stood there, frozen, long after the small whatever-it-was had disappeared. He couldn’t even be sure he’d actually seen anything. He frowned critically at the toaster, before shrugging and heading up the stairs.

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