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fandomtownies2011-01-20 11:04 am
onlymistaken) wrote in fandomtownies2011-01-20 11:04 am
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Strokes of Genius: Thursday [1/20]
The blizzard was gone; the snow remained. It was thus a cold, damp Cally who arrived at Strokes of Genius, attached to the end of a leash.
The sky was clear; just look no further than the end of the leash for the explanation of dampness. Snowdrifts were apparently great fun to jump in.
Cally might have agreed, if she'd been expecting it and had time to let go of the leash before being dragged along. As it was, she was now behind the counter with a drape-cloth around her neck (the closest thing she could find to a towel) and the fervent hope that she wouldn't come down with the sniffles before dinner tomorrow.
Strokes of Genius was open... and smelled like wet dog.
[The OCD is out building a snow-gremlin.]
The sky was clear; just look no further than the end of the leash for the explanation of dampness. Snowdrifts were apparently great fun to jump in.
Cally might have agreed, if she'd been expecting it and had time to let go of the leash before being dragged along. As it was, she was now behind the counter with a drape-cloth around her neck (the closest thing she could find to a towel) and the fervent hope that she wouldn't come down with the sniffles before dinner tomorrow.
Strokes of Genius was open... and smelled like wet dog.
[The OCD is out building a snow-gremlin.]