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"The Deserted Island Occupant's Guide to Unexpected Pregnancy? What the hell is this? This isn't even a real book! There's no way this is a real book," Pam insisted, rather loudly.
She'd finally ventured back into the compound (it was too hot for the beach) and what did she get for that? A nasty bookcase. She angrily slid the book back onto the shelf and stomped back to the table she'd put her things on.
Sitting down, she flipped her sketchbook open to a fresh page. If she couldn't inflict real damage to the bookcase, she could always draw it. So, she unwrapped the napkin around the muffin she'd snagged and started the rough outline.
Every so often she'd pause and look up, shooting a glare at the thing.
She'd finally ventured back into the compound (it was too hot for the beach) and what did she get for that? A nasty bookcase. She angrily slid the book back onto the shelf and stomped back to the table she'd put her things on.
Sitting down, she flipped her sketchbook open to a fresh page. If she couldn't inflict real damage to the bookcase, she could always draw it. So, she unwrapped the napkin around the muffin she'd snagged and started the rough outline.
Every so often she'd pause and look up, shooting a glare at the thing.