“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you at all,” Janice wept, slamming the bedroom door in her husband’s face. Ned examined himself in the bathroom mirror, wondering if the stolen epidermis had already begun to rot.
“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you at all,” Janice wept, slamming the bedroom door in her husband’s face. Ned examined himself in the bathroom mirror, wondering if the stolen epidermis had already begun to rot.