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fandomhigh2010-06-15 10:05 am
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Library, Tuesday
The library was messing with her. Not that Anemone minded
First there had been the singing last week, and last month there had been the Alots, and now there were trees in the library. Apple trees, bursting with fruit ready to be picked. Tantalizing, taunting fruit.
Anemone had already filled an entire box, and was now busy looking up recipes online in between attempts to sweep up the fallen leaves or shelve books between the branches.
At the moment, she was debating between Apple Cheddar Scones or some Apple Salsa Frittata. She had enough apples for both, really, but she needed to leave enough for pie...
The library was open, and beware the aide. She might try to feed you.
[I deny the OCD]
First there had been the singing last week, and last month there had been the Alots, and now there were trees in the library. Apple trees, bursting with fruit ready to be picked. Tantalizing, taunting fruit.
Anemone had already filled an entire box, and was now busy looking up recipes online in between attempts to sweep up the fallen leaves or shelve books between the branches.
At the moment, she was debating between Apple Cheddar Scones or some Apple Salsa Frittata. She had enough apples for both, really, but she needed to leave enough for pie...
The library was open, and beware the aide. She might try to feed you.
[I deny the OCD]