On her way past her bed, Isabel stopped to pick up her pillow off the floor. It was covered in feathers from all the shooing. She started to snicker at the split-level ranch comment. "I'd be more likely to believe you if you claimed the frog was really an enchanted prince."
Still snickering she walked out of the door, never realizing she still had her pillow in her hand.
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Date: 2006-01-19 11:07 pm (UTC)Still snickering she walked out of the door, never realizing she still had her pillow in her hand.