“But it’s real…I’m telling you, they were just here…”
Agent Z was very unamused and equally unimpressed. “Mr. Gray, thank you. We of course appreciate your handling of the situation, and understand entirely if you need to take a few days off to recover yourself.”
Mr. Gray flushed. “Yes, but, I don’t need—”
“Agent Gray.” Agent Z cut him off. “Good morning. Goodbye.”
Maybe she was right. Mr. Gray looked around him miserably, the empty field all hazy with morning mist, and could see for himself how bad it looked. There were no fairies, no goblins, no little imps.
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