[Oh, if only he could tell. Because when she opens the door and gives her customary bow and hello
the house is filled with paper.
Nigh-literally. There are paper clippings on almost every visible surface of the living room behind her. Some in foot-high stacks, some just piled in bunches...and there's also a piece caught in between her hair bobble and hair.]
Please excuse the mess. I've kept the bicycle inside so it would not be dirtied by the snow and salt.
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Date: 2012-01-07 01:47 am (UTC)the house is filled with paper.
Nigh-literally. There are paper clippings on almost every visible surface of the living room behind her. Some in foot-high stacks, some just piled in bunches...and there's also a piece caught in between her hair bobble and hair.]
Please excuse the mess. I've kept the bicycle inside so it would not be dirtied by the snow and salt.