Good Company
Got cornered by a Dust Bear the other week, and I'm still not a hundred percent. Getting the lumps from a roving swarm of third-rate stemtech is a twitch-inducing experience to say the least. My hands still rattle a bit when I talk, and my left eye is a little cone fried. I'll pick up a new one at some point.
Barb came by to visit—brought a Vapour Pet to…