I looked sidelong at Pluto, who’d just handed me a key. He noticed I’d been standing at the door a long time looking in, and thought I might want to open it. “But I can’t,” I said, looking down my wide, chosen path. Nodding, he turned away. But he didn’t ask for his key back.
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FFF-55 Vol. XXVI. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.