As I was toweling off after my morning shower, my door bell began to ring... and ring, and ring, and ring, so with my robe securely fastened, my feet in slippers, and my hair dripping wet, I tiptoed down two flights to find my down-stairs neighbor hopefully peering through the front door in her pajamas and shoe-less feet, more thrilled than ever to see that I was, in fact, home.
two girls speak in single sentences.
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