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fandomtownies2019-04-05 07:56 am
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Turtle & Canary; Friday [04/05].
It seemed that some of the peace between Astrid and Apu had dispelled a little, mostly because Astrid was not giving Apu as much attention as he thought he was due for his new outfit. "Yeah, yeah, Apu, you look great, very groovy," Astrid told him, distracted.
Distracted, it so happened, by two pieces of paper and an envelop that had arrived for her from California. The first, a letter, dry and official, informing her that a transfer will be made at the end of the current (1993/2019) semester. No summer camp, no summer school, just a new place to live. Claire and Ron Richards, in Hollywood, no less. She'd already started to imagine what they might be like, and to imagine their home: a young couple, maybe, taking in strays to help determine whether or not they wanted to start their own brood, with a small little bungalow among palm trees, maybe they even had a pool. Travel information, plane tickets, a phone number to call if she had any questions.
The second...just a few simple words, written on what looked like it was torn from the blank pages at the end of a book. She brought it to her face to breathe deeply; no violets, but the words written across it still danced in her head like a tango: You're coming home, baby.
Your new pants could be completely on fire right now, Apu, and Astrid wasn't likely to notice them.
Today's Squishy Flavors
Raisin and Spice Bar
Caramel
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
Distracted, it so happened, by two pieces of paper and an envelop that had arrived for her from California. The first, a letter, dry and official, informing her that a transfer will be made at the end of the current (1993/2019) semester. No summer camp, no summer school, just a new place to live. Claire and Ron Richards, in Hollywood, no less. She'd already started to imagine what they might be like, and to imagine their home: a young couple, maybe, taking in strays to help determine whether or not they wanted to start their own brood, with a small little bungalow among palm trees, maybe they even had a pool. Travel information, plane tickets, a phone number to call if she had any questions.
The second...just a few simple words, written on what looked like it was torn from the blank pages at the end of a book. She brought it to her face to breathe deeply; no violets, but the words written across it still danced in her head like a tango: You're coming home, baby.
Your new pants could be completely on fire right now, Apu, and Astrid wasn't likely to notice them.
Raisin and Spice Bar
Caramel
Red
Turtle & Canary is open!