Peaceful Pterodactyls

One of my former lover’s sisters and I are pterodactyls, we were giving rides to people, I can only liken it to a Flintstones-esque scene. She quietly absolves me of the guilt I had felt for my actions, and I am eternally grateful that she effortlessly manages to do so in a way that does not alert our passengers to the true nature of our conversation. I fly free and feel lighter to have been forgiven after so long, and the passengers in little leather saddles on my wings are ecstatic and ignorant.


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