"Hey, Mom."
Aayuhsi sat down next to her.
"The mist is calm today, we managed to get through without any issue."
"Did anything interesting happen?"
"Not really, Lang just had to go see a few patients, we decided it'd be better to get groceries out there, she almost ran over a squirrel."
Patcharin looked out to the backyard, where the rabbit was struggling to get a large mortar situated. It was large enough for multiple people to sit in it and was her main method of transportation. The ghost girl frowned.
"It flies. How do you run something over with something that flies?"
"It was a flying squirrel."
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supernatural supper club progress log
Randomthis is a collection of snippets from my WIP. i might've already published this but i can't find it and i wanted to make edits so... some chapters are skipped if i was unable to find anything noteworthy to put here.
