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Almost 6 o'clock? Time for Netflix, Penelope says to herself as she sets some popcorn on the stove. Daniel should be here for this, she said to herself. But the house was empty at that time and would be until far later in the evening due to back to school night, which Penelope said she wasnt feeling well enough to tag along for.
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The piano was way too dusty
I hate that I haven't had much time to play lately. But guys, please make sure it doesn't collect that much dust again?
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Penelope: Ready to start up the new school year?
I'm having a few days off next week
And I honestly can't wait. I love my work, but I'm really looking forward to just doing nothing for a few days. Well, almost nothing...
Penelope waited at a traffic light, queued by two cars before her. She reached down into her bikes large wicker basket and pulled out an apple from the bag of fruit she'd recently purchased. As she bit into it, the light changed and using one hand she turned the corner onto her favorite street with the gardening shop beside her place of employment.
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Penelope trotted down the steps from the second day floor, hurrying to the first. ‘It should be here today’, she said to herself, shuffling out the door, forgetting to close it completely as she rushes over to the mailbox to collect the days accumulation.
She fiendishly rummaged through the box and grabbed each piece before rummaging once more through the pile in search of her name, unable to wait until she’s gotten inside the house to check for what’s been keeping her up the last week since all of her friends have received theirs. A gleam graced her eyes as she discovered the envelope with her school as the sender and her, or parent/guardian of her rather, as the recipient. She tore it open hastily, leaving behind jagged edges but revealing her faultless schedule for the approaching fall. ‘Yes! All good teachers and classes I like.’
She was overjoyed and thinking of celebrating.
Hi.
I'm Hunter Clarington, father to a few of the children around here, and husband to the biggest child of them all. I'm giving this a try, so wish me luck.
I think I lost my sketchbook.
