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Marlow's room was rather a disaster. Clothes were strewn about, her trunk was toppled over on its side and it looked as if a tornado attacked the brightly colored bedroom. Marlow sit at her desk, typing away on her laptop as she tried to find something to do.
Her summer work had been finished.
Her laundry was done, though it sort of didn't look that way.
Even Jamie was fed, changed and sleeping peacefully in his crib. For once.
Then, as Marlow looked out her bedroom window, she spotted an unfamiliar owl coming. She stood up, fixed the latch and opened the window to the cool breeze. Her hair blew around her face as the owl landed on the ledge of her window. She didn't see anything at first, and then all of a sudden she saw a pretty white rose.
"Huh," she murmured to herself as she gave the owl a bit of the pound cake she had been snacking on. She watched as it flew off before she realized there was not a note to go with the flower.
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You know, if you're going to send me flowers, you should really at least sign your name.
Her summer work had been finished.
Her laundry was done, though it sort of didn't look that way.
Even Jamie was fed, changed and sleeping peacefully in his crib. For once.
Then, as Marlow looked out her bedroom window, she spotted an unfamiliar owl coming. She stood up, fixed the latch and opened the window to the cool breeze. Her hair blew around her face as the owl landed on the ledge of her window. She didn't see anything at first, and then all of a sudden she saw a pretty white rose.
"Huh," she murmured to herself as she gave the owl a bit of the pound cake she had been snacking on. She watched as it flew off before she realized there was not a note to go with the flower.
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You know, if you're going to send me flowers, you should really at least sign your name.