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fandomtownies2021-10-05 02:37 pm
not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote in fandomtownies2021-10-05 02:37 pm
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The Park, Tuesday Afternoon
Margo had cleared most of the funky weirdness out of her head yesterday, but some freaky death cobwebs remained. She decided to make the best of the last few nice days of the year, slapped on something airy and flowing, found her earbuds, and took to the great outdoors.
The locals called it the park.
She strolled along the path towards the duck pond, singing along softly to her 90s playlist. “Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye. . .” She stretched her arms out, vibing with the music. “Until then, baby, are you going to let ’em hold you down and make you cry?”
And. . . duck pond. Time to see if the flamingos liked breadcrumbs and her wonky amateur singing voice.
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The locals called it the park.
She strolled along the path towards the duck pond, singing along softly to her 90s playlist. “Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye. . .” She stretched her arms out, vibing with the music. “Until then, baby, are you going to let ’em hold you down and make you cry?”
And. . . duck pond. Time to see if the flamingos liked breadcrumbs and her wonky amateur singing voice.
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