Thousand: Six Hundred Twenty-Two

at the corners and the girl wonders if the creature is starting to trying to smile a wicked grin a. “Who are you?” the girl asks, fear in her voice, which she hears, and corrects as best she can. “Do you have a name?” “A name!” the creature cries out. “A name! The little keykeeper wants a name! Does the little girl have a name herself? Does she have a name she will share? We will be buddies, won’t we? This little girl, this Susan, this Fatima, this Imelda, and I. We will be confidants, we will share our troubles,