Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind
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"Sorry," she said when she caught her first glimpse of the principal's face, not really taking much notice of who else might have been standing near by. Emergency situations, you know. "I couldn't even get to him! Portalocity stranded me overnight in some dimension where everybody's six inches tall, blue, and lives in a mushroom hut, and there's only one woman in the entire freaking village."
The number of times she'd had to repeat No, because you would DIE would have been difficult to count if it hadn't been exactly equal to the population posted on a tree trunk outside the mushroom town hall. Plus the one No, because I will KILL YOU, of course. She didn't really mind the balding, but why did medieval wizards have to have such horrible breath?
"By the time I finally made it to the studio, he was gone. All I could get out of the people there was that he was heading out out of town today, and we knew that." Bo shrugged helplessly. "Not that that I regret getting to make out with Jon Stewart? But otherwise, wasted trip."
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You could look around yourself anytime, Bo.
"Well, shitballs."
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Oh, Bo. You only wish it was that kind of Costume of Freedom.
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