The doorbell began bonging again. I went to the door and checked. It was my friend Wolfy. You are a tad early there Wolfy but remember no changing tonight. I do have your favorite meal preparing for you can stay normal. The bonging began once more. I went to the door and looked out and there she was Vivian. Welcome, Miss Viv. How did the dentist visit and those two teeth you were worried about? Your favorite drink in in the cooler over there in the corner. Wolfy stop that and let her past. What did I do just smelling.
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Can't wait to see what happens next. Mark, I must love your drabbles!
...just smelling!!🤣😂😂
Ooo an exiting gathering. A bit of a giggle there at the end from me. But such a great piece bursting with energy with a nicely done, cliff hanger 🤗❤️
lol I think this is totally fabulous I do enjoy your dribbles ♦️🌼♦️🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆