Backseat Survivor

“You look good,” Teresa said, driving. “Cute.”

“I’d prefer to still be human,” Max harrumphed in the back, “Not a rodent in my seven-year-old nephew’s booster seat and hand-me-downs.”

The rabbit woman swept back her ears. “We can despair being exed, or move on.”


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