Harry tries to calm her down. She's not having it. She's a woman, she's stressed and she wants a bath. Aparently it's hard work sharing house with a hyperactive, locust loving dragon. Who knew? But I feel her pain.
Our modern lives are held together by a fragile network of humming boxes.
The refrigerator, the oven, the washing machine—they are the silent
sentinels t...
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