Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Midnight Hour

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Midnight Hour

The steady flow of brain-exploding new things was hammering at her. When she was little, a wave had knocked her over at the seaside, and every time she’d tried to get up the next wave had knocked her down again. This was worse. Her mum had come and picked her up back then. Who was going to help this time?

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