I didn’t want to light my Creejie candle tonight. Instead I wanted to kick the becandled hurricane lamp off the table with force that would send it crashing against the wall and smashing to pieces on the floor.
But breaking glass only results in broken glass.
My (his) candle is lit now.
The monster sleeps. So should I.
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