"Hello?" she said.
There came a snicker from the other end, and a voice, high and important-sounding, like the president on TV or the guy talking to the crowd or the savage chief addressing his warriors, said, "Your village called. They want their idiot back."
Jennica sighed. "Hold on," she said. "I'll get him for you. Just give me a few minutes to go downstairs and unchain him from the wall, and maybe clean him up a little. He's been down there an awful long time, you know, and I hear rat meat causes pimples."
She set the phone down on the table and wandered away.
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then