Pixie Dust, Saturday
Disgusting. The mirror dreaded Saturdays. It had no choice in the matter and could only hope it would be shattered before the week was out and it had to suffer through this one more time.
The half-naked, well-oiled boy was back, flouncing around the store, trying on everything in his size, and making faces at the mirror like some sex-crazed animal.
Or he was just being cute and Toby-like, the mirror didn't know the difference.
Pixie Dust was open.
The half-naked, well-oiled boy was back, flouncing around the store, trying on everything in his size, and making faces at the mirror like some sex-crazed animal.
Or he was just being cute and Toby-like, the mirror didn't know the difference.
Pixie Dust was open.