It was Sunday and she raced down the stairs in a white flowy nightgown thingy, but it was really a dress. She had convinced them to let her do it. And she was gleeful as hell. Quite proud of herself. There were terms, though. A small contract.
She couldn't steal things out of the gift shop. Pfff. She could buy the whole damn gift shop. She had rolled her eyes at this one. She must not ruin anything especially not the art. Duh, she thought.
Not a single thing about large gala parties. The rest was normal mumbo jumbo and including utility costs and installing a fancy schmancy Frank Lloyd Wright-Andy Warhol shower/bath/sauna combo. She signed on the line because dotted lines didn't exist anymore.
Penelope E. Clare
With such flourish. The board of directors made a good show of acting like she was no one. That's fine by me, Penelope thought and she smiled a terribly fake smile. With her sunglasses still on, Penelope left going to collect her prize.
The first thing she did was eat a candy bar. Peppermint. The second thing she did was search the internet for a moonjump, bumper cars, and a trampoline in the shape of a penis. The third thing she did was climb to the very top of the roof and dangle her feet over the side. She dropped a penny on a man's head. He cursed, but he wasn't dead. Penelope threw down a red rose. The man didn't see it and walked on his was rubbing the crown of his head right until he disappeared into a taxi. A group of middle-aged guys and gals were coming upon the abandoned rose. One of the women, picked it up and carried it off, giggling.
There was a rail on the roof perfect for coupling with a grappling hook. Penelope used this beneficial rail to repel down. She was thinking that she needed a drink.
Of water and some tacos, but Nada's was too full. Penelope meandered around seventh street and found Gilpin's, the bagel sandwich place. One hummus bagel, please, all the veggies, no cheese.
She plopped down in their little loft-like dining space. Excitement coursed through her when she spotted the Nintendo. Mario, please. She did the ceremonial blow and played for a minute while shoving bagel sandwich in her mouth. Then she glanced down at the door only to see her nemesis walk in.
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