[Down went the PCD, screen flickering on in a matter of moments. It's landed on the hardwood this time, alerting the girl from her noon-shift at the far end, brush in hand. She'd started, green eyes wide as saucers before--]
Oh, darnitall.
[With brush still in hand, half-brushed hair coiled around her wrist, she makes her way over to retrieve the
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