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fandomtownies2014-04-22 03:18 pm
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2014-04-22 03:18 pm
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Fandom Post Office, April 22 (Tuesday)
The post office still smelled like chocolate this week, and now, on top of that, Éponine kept finding candy eggs in various places. (They were Cadbury Creme Eggs, and she thought they were a little too strange, and now she could say that there was at least one kind of candy she definitely didn't like.)
She'd also given up on the idea of finding out the cause of the whole thing when the sound of a mail tray falling over caught her attention; when she went to go pick it up, there was a very chocolatey-smelling chocolate bunny underneath.
It wasn't moving, but she could swear there was a guilty expression on its little sculpted chocolate face.
She'd also given up on the idea of finding out the cause of the whole thing when the sound of a mail tray falling over caught her attention; when she went to go pick it up, there was a very chocolatey-smelling chocolate bunny underneath.
It wasn't moving, but she could swear there was a guilty expression on its little sculpted chocolate face.
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The post office still smelled like chocolate this week, and now, on top of that, Éponine kept finding candy eggs in various places. (They were Cadbury Creme Eggs, and she thought they were a little too strange, and now she could say that there was at least one kind of candy she definitely didn't like.)
She'd also given up on the idea of finding out the cause of the whole thing when the sound of a mail tray falling over caught her attention; when she went to go pick it up, there was a very chocolatey-smelling chocolate bunny underneath.
It wasn't moving, but she could swear there was a guilty expression on its little sculpted chocolate face.
<small<[OOC: I have <i>no</i> idea. And no OCD because haha oops late.]</small>
She'd also given up on the idea of finding out the cause of the whole thing when the sound of a mail tray falling over caught her attention; when she went to go pick it up, there was a very chocolatey-smelling chocolate bunny underneath.
It wasn't moving, but she could swear there was a guilty expression on its little sculpted chocolate face.
<small<[OOC: I have <i>no</i> idea. And no OCD because haha oops late.]</small>