it wasn't laura's turn to run up to the glassdoor or smile cute smile at the bird, not unless her brother would permit her go do something less important. but she did; matt was not happy with that at all. there was a way that game was played, after all he made it up.
"you should always follow the rules, captain," matt said, dismayed by his unruly sister.
the children amused themselves while mother wiped off no-tears from her face, there was a ruddy tinge which made her look ill. she looked buried in wait. she didn't realise that her tears stopped coming out. there were just the incessant moaning from everywhere.
"genbell sir, they took our ...umm they'll steal that over there too sa..." laura didn't want to play that game, she wanted to see pretty feathers, stare at the mosaic floor and dance about.
the children heard the bell of the elevator ting tong. they both ran up to the painting of an old man, in front of which, the glassdoor separated the children from the bird who showed off its elegant maneuvers (to both its audience and a few peahens). they stared in wonder, while mother wailed over a stretcher.
a lot of other women seemed to do the same.
matt counted the big-boxes covered with somanyflags. it was a long day.
Silver trophy winner
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for silver too!! woohoo!!!
