You are undoubtedly concerned for the fate (and the hair) of this damsel who found herself at the mercy of idle hands and a three-hour school delay.
I was too--until I heard that a purple, corduroy, marshmallow-breathing dragon was on his way to rescue her.
A skill that unique (if a bit on the seasonable side) is bound to serve her well, so who was I to intervene?
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