Lake Lewisia #53

“I need a pet that makes me feel safe,” she said, looking over the rows of kennels, unconvinced by dogs with broad heads and friendly tails. “No, safer,” she said when the shelter volunteer showed her fat domestic dragons, bristling with scales and donated hoards of bottle caps. “Yes, this one,” she said, smiling into the black void of the Marsupial Darkness, already imagining naps in its pouch dimension, safe from all the universe.

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LL#53