The boys were fighting again. Not all three, just the six-year-old and the four-year-old, tussling over an action figure one had snuck into the convention center. The two-and-a-half-year-old pulled me in the other direction. He wanted everything. Every vendor table held another treasure to grab, another shiny thing that should be his. I watched him like a hawk.
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If I wanted to buy the four volumes in digital form (CBZ or whatever), who sells DRM free. Yes, I could sail the sevrn seas, but I’d love to support the author.
