Peg heard herself remark as she woke up on her fancy hovering cushions:
"That's the first time a living bone creature in my hand ever proposed marriage."
Crisp sky blue sheets were her universe. Without the kids, life was a cockpit.
Raiding villages in her flying F-suit brought flakes to their knees.
Her turds boiled in outdoor mess cauldrons fetched a hefty consolation for the burns.
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Must have been the second distal phalanx.
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