Therapist to the Divine

I couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness and tell him about that old necromantic proverb.

Years of intense training for my mouth muscles. Lots of standing in front of the mirror figuring out the perfect lips to eyes ratio. It's a brutal effort that no one may help you with, lest they see you make a silly face.

Later, she'd come home and toss me out of bed so I can do her tasks while she takes a nap.

Then we'd get locked in a perpetual cycle of coming home and napping and doing each other's tasks.

Eventually people might start to question how I'm able to do so much stuff all the time... or maybe they'd even wonder how I'm able to nap for several days in a row!

Uh. You know, maybe this would be too complicated and might lead people to believe there's a Stella shaped mimic... Or maybe that's something people already believe...