[Oh she worked him like a dog and when we say like a dog we really mean a scrappy retriever of sorts paddling her out of the flood. Those steps in the hallway are wet ones because Freddy's clothes are partially soaked. Only his upper torso is dry thanks to some quick thinking.
Squish squish.
Those are his shoes. At least the kid sort of got a chance to shower. The door knob's turning followed by a floppy haired head poking through.]
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Squish squish.
Those are his shoes. At least the kid sort of got a chance to shower. The door knob's turning followed by a floppy haired head poking through.]
...Did you even go anywhere?
[Yeah. That's how he's saying hi to you old man.]