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fandomtownies2025-09-05 10:46 am
joan_of_bark) wrote in fandomtownies2025-09-05 10:46 am
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Pick Your Poison, Friday
The boob-ghost had left over the course of the week, at least, and Pam had let herself be lulled into a false sense of security.
That ended on Friday morning, as she watched the gremlins outside through the window. They had pulled a trampoline all the way down the stairs, to just to the side of her store. Now one of them appeared to be dragging in a... bowling ball?
She sipped her coffee.
A goldfish went flying past.
"..."
She was - had once been, sort of was again - a Gothamite. She should have something. But she did not. Besides the facepalm.
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That ended on Friday morning, as she watched the gremlins outside through the window. They had pulled a trampoline all the way down the stairs, to just to the side of her store. Now one of them appeared to be dragging in a... bowling ball?
She sipped her coffee.
A goldfish went flying past.
"..."
She was - had once been, sort of was again - a Gothamite. She should have something. But she did not. Besides the facepalm.
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