Monday, January 7, 2019



“Jrar had been holding the restaurant’s meet on his knees, stroking its thick blackish fur absently, and Duncan had said something or other about wondering why seems were so universally popular.”

“The meem poked its flat head out. Its dull eyes looked at him.”

“Picket indicated the meet, which, as inert as a feather stole, was lying on the 
edge of the bunk.”
Margaret St. Clair, Meem

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