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A narrow washtub is such an awkward way to wash,
But Eugenie is good about keeping the pitchers
Of hot water coming, rinsing off the soap that has,
Finally, gotten off the last of the coal dust. Good riddance.
Why must adventures always come with a mess?
The moment I think this, Eugenie comes with a new
Pitcher and a letter, delivered by Miss Walker's servant.
I dry my hands and read, then feel my heart rate increase.
I am needed at Lightcliffe. It's providential I am clean.
I think I'll need all my armor to face this newest mess.
Rysler on Chapter 23 Wed 27 May 2020 07:44PM UTC
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FlyingPigPoet on Chapter 23 Thu 28 May 2020 12:31AM UTC
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