Jun 24, 2017
Wander weren’t th’ only child t’ have the misfortune of gracin’ my doorstep. One day a lil feller who took on the̶ ͢n̸am̕e̕ Ol’̢ Wor͠m ͜ (though I ain’t sure how, exactly, he got it) showed up in our kitchen. No clue where he came from, ‘n’ I thought he were a spot a mold fer th’ longest time, but my kit̛tȩn t҉ook͘ ͜ to him like they was mold themself, ‘n’ Wormy was their bread. I think Wander was just happy t’ have a friend their o̷w͜n a͏ge f̧in̸ally̕.͟