“Prince Julian of Droop?!”
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“Someone had to take care of him, hubby of mine. Or her. I think it was meant to be us. A family. You, me, er (she points), it!”
“I don’t blame them for shedding all that hair on occasion, spoke Newt to on again off again mate Wheeler, back in their matching Mr. Moon t-shirts for the occasion. “General rated sim here but what can you do.”
“Make sure no one can see in. Make it private even. Plus (she gazes), they have hair underneath their hair. Whatever that means.”
“It means they’re *special*.” 2n1, both understood.
He turns toward the interior. “Now where were we?”
“Summoning a spirit. On that ottoman over there.”
“Oh yeah.”
Sunklands 