Whistle’s trying to find her through the floorboards. She’s outside, you little ragamuffin. Unless, of course, there’s something else strange about our hat-wearing kid…
I mean, what could it possibly be? Maybe he just has a really good sense of touch? There’s obviously no other reason, right?
If you know the reason, just post “potatoes” for no reason. I’m sure it’s nothing.
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