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With the skill of a midshipman hooking an F15 to an aircraft carrier, Trecey reached out and snagged Grace’s crimson sash as the confused cupid attempted to hurtle by. “Whoa, there, amazing Grace. You need to…”
Where but in a fanfiction story as terrific as this could you put the those two thought together and make the perfect mental image!
Thank you, again, for taking us on another trip with the cherubs. I'm still chuckling at the Mouth of Marene with a southern accent, and I think I'll be thinking of “I’ll happy your place if you keep it up” everytime I'm tempted to use a 2X4 on someone.
But the best part to me was the ending.
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“Well, Dorothy, it’s good to have you back.” Trecey stood and stretched, holding her breath before releasing it with precision control. “Next time, just click those ruby slippers a little sooner.”
“You have ruby…”
“No, Marene! I don’t!” Grace thrust her pudgy piggy toes in front of her friend. “See? No slippers.” She followed up the action with a giant group hug. “Just the best friends a girl could ever have.”
Perfect. Just plain perfect.