Yes, she spent most o’ her time collecting olive-scaled jackets. ¿So what?
&, yes, they could only be found on the also-scaly roofs spread ‘long lefttown. ¿So?
She knew she had a good reason, e’en as she was skidding toward the edge o’ a 80-story skyscraper roof crusty with summer frost—an ice 10 times mo’ dangerous than winter ice.
For she knew that within each jacket dwelled the magic fabric that could be used to sew a life…
& by this point, she had already collected 16 lives.