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fandomtownies2007-08-07 08:37 am
misshargrove.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2007-08-07 08:37 am
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Fandom Post Office, Tuesday, 8/7
Annette hadn't really wanted to call in today and not come to work, so she was very thankful that stupid spell ended yesterday. She was just incredibly sore from all those jerky movements. She rubbed warming muscle cream into her legs and arms and smelled like a walking peppermint stick, but that hardly mattered for the sake of comfort.
She was behind the counter. Not moving. Just standing there staring forward. She might be daydreaming, who knows.
The bell was out with a note that read: I'm standing here staring at you - ring it more than once I can't promise what will happen to you.
The Post Office is open.
She was behind the counter. Not moving. Just standing there staring forward. She might be daydreaming, who knows.
The bell was out with a note that read: I'm standing here staring at you - ring it more than once I can't promise what will happen to you.
The Post Office is open.