Meg's Alcove - Fightin' Fox Cabin - Tuesday Evening
Meg was on the phone with her mother for about the billionth time this week. The woman wanted to go over the decorating for Meg's apartment in Palo Alto. Meg could really care less.
"Look, Mom, I honesty don't care if the kitchen colors don't mesh well with the living room's. What's it matter? I'm supposed to be concentrating on school, not having people over for tea parties," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "Fine, whatever, do what you want."
Her mom was going on about getting matching plates or something and Meg really wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to get off the damn phone. Meg should have been more specific about that because as she was about to make up a lie about the cabin being on fire there was a faint popping noise and instead of a Meg talking on the phone with her mother there was a pretty Barbie doll sitting next to a phone that had a woman blathering on about curtains on the other line.
Well, that was one problem solved.
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"Look, Mom, I honesty don't care if the kitchen colors don't mesh well with the living room's. What's it matter? I'm supposed to be concentrating on school, not having people over for tea parties," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "Fine, whatever, do what you want."
Her mom was going on about getting matching plates or something and Meg really wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to get off the damn phone. Meg should have been more specific about that because as she was about to make up a lie about the cabin being on fire there was a faint popping noise and instead of a Meg talking on the phone with her mother there was a pretty Barbie doll sitting next to a phone that had a woman blathering on about curtains on the other line.
Well, that was one problem solved.
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