[After a certain event, someone was walking around...looking at the meat left at her door and following the smell of Italian spices. She thought about leaving it alone but she had an inner Jane convincing her that maybe it was a good idea to see what was going on. Hey, maybe that meant there was food...there was an awful lot of commotion. Maybe food? Less to have to worry about. Maybe. Maybe food.
A look of the flyer said it all. Ah, she arrived. Or rather just kind of, awkwardly waddle inside. Not a party person this one.]
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A look of the flyer said it all. Ah, she arrived. Or rather just kind of, awkwardly waddle inside. Not a party person this one.]