The Glow of Poor Decisions
The Entryway Candles Attempt Strategy
The entryway drawer rattled with outrage. Several candles leaned wildly against one another in a waxy tangle. Augustus had the word—as always.
“We're the last line of defense!” he whisper-yelled, afraid to bother the watering can that had just fallen asleep.
“We're candles!” one whispered, its flame cackling as it spoke.
“Exactly! We stand for illumination…
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