Charlotte was no longer on the hallway wall. I searched her usual places. I even looked in the tub. Convinced she was off exploring the apartment, I continued to box my belongings, preparing for my own move out. She'll turn up, I told myself. Maybe she crept into one of my boxes. Charlotte, the stowaway! I peeked inside several of them. Still no Charlotte.
I finally got around to a pile of papers I needed to sort through. And who do I find among the haphazard stack? Charlotte! Tag! You're it, Charlotte.
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Will she be moving with you?
ReplyDeleteIf she sneaks on board!
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