Apon her return to civilization, Nancy stowed her sleeping bag under the TV table, doned her fuzzy slipers and her shades, and waited comfortably for the paparotzzi to find her.
Marsha tucked her feet safely under her, so as not to loose them in the shag, again. Her glasses hid the shame of her last faux pas.
Is that my mother-in-law?I love found art, especially photos. For years, I carried a picture of a dog around with me that I found in a used wallet after I bought it. It was a happy, yellow dog! I don't like dogs, but it's an unpopular view, so it's good to have a picture of one in your wallet, just in case.
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