The Apocalypse Continues

Still in flea-driven exile. Jane has maintained her charm and charisma as a refugee. I, on the otherhand, have donned the cloak of bitterness, and there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Tomorrow I find out when we can return home. Let’s hope FleaMaster Amy has some good news.

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