Strokes of Genius, Tuesday 21

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Jane wasn't entirely there that day; she was more concerned sending mails to John every five seconds with indications of how to put the damn tree by himself; the man could shoot a camouflaged soldier with stealth training in the middle of the night with a bullet on his leg, but he apparently was no match for the mess of lights and balls and glitter the tree was made of. Her John needed her, and she would leave later today to reassure him he wasn't any less of a man because a plant had defeated him.

But for now the store was open! And Jane had enough Coke for the rest of the month by now.

[OCDless and SP-y!]