No idea how
“I can’t figure out how she gets out every single night,” the woman admitted, throwing up her hands. “But when she returns, she’s always slimy—covered in some transparent goo—and she reeks of rotten fish.”
Kate scribbled the final words onto the form, her pen halting with hesitation. She blinked in disbelief, wondering what on earth could possibly explain this.
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