Had to shove the couch against the front door, yesterday.
Added the potted palm and the stove just to be on the safe side.
Got my second rejection for The Hushing Days and who do you
think was immediately pounding at my door?
Frank, my specter of imminent failure.
I hadn’t heard from the guy in a good while. Had hoped to keep it that
way.
*sighs*
Oh well. A little furniture hefting is good for the wounded soul, I
guess.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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