She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. There was a flash and a loud report. I want to know who sent you those. “Why should it matter?” he said.
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