She knocked again.
"I'm in here Pen!" Sigh. Water splashed out of the tub. The radio, regardless of being unplugged, was now in probable ruins. If this were a dream in a book, he would walk out into the party naked. He would realize this too late and thus turn scarlet in embarrassment.
Aware that this was not a dream sequence in a book, he threw on a his track suit, darkening the velour, which saturated in spots with bathwater, and walked out to find Penelope holding the remnants of his favorite statue.
About The Authors
Bird smuggling is so not cool!
The contributors to this blog have never strapped more than 3 birds to their ankles at a time.
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