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Post by Tropius on Jul 21, 2018 16:28:28 GMT -6
"If you say so. I am very sorry about that," the Scraggy's trainer apologized once more, but then he looked at the watch on his hand and sounded like he was on the edge again. "I am sorry Ma'am, but we gotta go..." he spoke and then dashed away for a second, but came back really quick to pull his Scraggy along. Lillian might have heard him muttering "We're gonna be late to get good seats!" at his Scraggy, as they ran away.
Afterwards the street was quiet again, and an evening wind blew through the area, tossing some of the fallen leaves a little, but the piles were mostly close to the tree. The wind seemed to be blowing from the park's direction, as it sent a loose flyer toward Lillian, about the park's special Halloween events, booths, and carnival games, and great food, and toys, and concerts. There was also a lot of pumpkins and bad spooky puns on the flyer. Whatever happening over there, it's gonna start soon.
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