It was time to tuck Imogen* in for the night. She was in her cuddly footed PJs.
She had a sheet and comforter set featuring unicorns, stars, and moons. But not the lurid sort of unicorn, it was a more subdued and pale pink varietal of unicorn. The kind of unicorn that, if it went to high school, would be named “most likely to exist.” Her parents were pr…
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