Maybe. Francine had lost track of the balance sheet somewhere. Maybe it was on the floor under the pile of clothes somewhere? Or maybe it got stuck in Clocky's wheels and he dragged it into the closet with him.
Either way, all Francine could be sure of was how very much she was not thinking right now. At all. It was just warm wet OH MY GOD THAT THERE HOLY-- SOMETHING. THAT.
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Date: 2010-01-31 01:59 am (UTC)Either way, all Francine could be sure of was how very much she was not thinking right now. At all. It was just warm wet OH MY GOD THAT THERE HOLY-- SOMETHING. THAT.