She scowled right back. “So, what’s the problem? Why can’t I stay?”
“Who knows what sort of creature is living up there, Pond?” He growled, throwing a dirty look at the ceiling. “I certainly don’t. It could be highly psychic! It could read your little human thoughts and see that I am not, as I have been pretending so
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