Fiction
Going Batty
I folded my fine leather wings around my compact body, braced to come out to my ultra conservative parents. We creatures of the night scurried and flurried from the unkind rays of sunrise, back to sanctuary. I had arrived at the cave first, girding my furry loins, knowing my family would implore me not to…
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