“Eww, no! Get off! What’s wrong with you?”, cries Sally, who then rolls off the far end of the bed and, standing again, pulls her tee-shirt down as tight as she can over her sleek, sensitive tummy.
“I’m sorry, my mom always tells me to be polite to old people, but you are crazy, lady!”, says Sally, as she easily runs a wide arch around the old lady, who lunges at her, arms outstretched, fingers wiggling in anticipation of tickling her.
“Come back, my pretty! I want to tic-“[SLAM!]
Sally slams the door on the room with the crazy crone and runs down the hallway, screaming for her friend, “ROSE! Where ARE y-“[BUMP!], and runs smack dab into:
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