For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.
Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the
picnic today.
At least there were no stairs involved?
[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and
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