Clothomancy

Dot reached into her skinny jeans and pulled out a bazooka.

“You have TARDIS pockets?” Zoe gasped. “I can’t fit gum in mine!”

Clothomancy,” Dot smiled.

“Anything in there for me?”

“Check your stocking!”

Zoe withdrew a machine gun-sword. “Sweet Christmas!”


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