Strongly unusual night-vision last night. Child (who I thought a boy, but in a bit caught on wasn't) was talking with I, and nicking my communicators. I had two (a black and a moonlight), and I think a third for work. Anyway, I would nab back, and in a bit this kid would filch again. Thinking of trying to modify this kid's story-arc by adoption... but I thought it a con job. Sigh. (I own only a unitary communicator).

Sign in to chat along (Mark II) is a lipogrammatic Mastodon for all.
Ambigram by B. Morin, CC BY-SA 4.0