This is the month

when I have to protect Dylan from the calendar. The last time he saw one of these he came back an hour later, a stone lighter, and ripped to shreds. No, what am I saying? He did not come back, he was found by my friend Will; Will went one way and I went the other in our separate search parties. ‘I saw this grey blur and shouted at it to stop and it did.’ This was how Will explained the capture.

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