Well, s**t, Daisy huffed another breath as she climbed the ladder and attempted to reattach the plant hook to the ceiling. Again.
Sigh. Chubby girls did not do ladders. Even if they were fairly active. And she was. As much as a girl with her condition could be. Besides, even if chubby girls did go around running up and down ladders, they didn't do it well.
As for why she was standing on the rickety old step ladder she'd found in the broom closet, that was easy. Daisy loved plants. And this particular vine was one of her favorites.
She'd had it for years and years. It had been with her since boarding school. When the hook had given way and it came crashing down from the ceiling, she almost died trying to catch it. Good news, the plant survived, bad news, the hook came down with it.
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