Lake Lewisia #248

[scrubjayspeaks]

It took a while for the moth men to even trust her enough to accept the food she put out for them, long enough that she could study and learn to imitate their calls as well to the extent human ears and vocal chords could do either. At the last gas station out of town, they had lots of time. The Asshole with the Mazda, as everyone referred to him, had harassed the wrong midnight cashier; he just didn’t know it yet.

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LL#248