"I can't believe Harold made me stay back to do research!" Mary vented as she marched into her living room with a white laptop in hand. She wore a white dress, black shorts, and a pair of flip-flops with a tuft of pink fur over the straps. "I'm pretty sure he's out there doing something stupid."
Mary dropped onto her couch with a muffled thud and released a sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her finger. "He's going to get us both killed eventually. Might as well enjoy the road."
She placed the laptop on the glass table in front of her and opened it.
"Alright, Puppet Master, let's see what the internet has to say about you," she murmured as she began tapping at the keys. The webpage loaded instantly, displaying a definition as the first result. Typical.
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