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fandomtownies2026-03-16 08:20 am
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Pick Your Poison, Monday
The swamp was waking up. And with all that life, returning, it was sapping most of Pam's energy - so much so that she'd only been in and out over the past few weeks.
But she did hold a responsibility, at least to the plants inside the shop and in the little garden, so. This Monday, tired and blinking away a night of just a few hours of sleep, she made it back to her shop with bag of fertilizer in hand.
Did she think Adrian would let anything die? Of course not. It was the principle of the matter.
"I see the climbing plants are doing just fine," she murmured to herself as she unlocked the front door and went in.
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But she did hold a responsibility, at least to the plants inside the shop and in the little garden, so. This Monday, tired and blinking away a night of just a few hours of sleep, she made it back to her shop with bag of fertilizer in hand.
Did she think Adrian would let anything die? Of course not. It was the principle of the matter.
"I see the climbing plants are doing just fine," she murmured to herself as she unlocked the front door and went in.
[[ open! ]]