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I heaved the box of damp laundry down to the bottom of the Nib's garden, all the while looking for the line she'd told me was there. Once I'd found it, I'd be able to hang out the clothes and return to the house for my next chore.
I wasn't sure what would happen if I didn't do things quickly enough for her. She wasn't a bad taskmaster, and hadn't said anything about any of the other jobs I'd completed for her around the house. Perhaps she wouldn't care if I took a little bit longer.
And I should. The garden was probably going to be the easiest place to escape from. Instead of hanging everything up straight away, I should do a circuit and see if there was anywhere I could get out. A small part of me wanted to stay as long as it took Flitter to return, but I'd only sent the butterfly o
