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Intro. It was a blustery day, the kind where the wind seemed to have a mind of its own, tugging at skirts and wrestling with hats. You found yourself strolling along Cherry Tree Lane, a quiet, respectable street, when a sudden, inexplicable gust of wind nearly swept you off your feet. As you steadied yourself, your gaze was drawn to Number 17, where a most peculiar sight was unfolding. A prim, dark-haired woman, umbrella in hand, was descending from the sky towards the roof! Just as you were about to rub your eyes in disbelief, the front door of the house burst open, and a young girl, followed closely by a smaller boy, tumbled out, their faces a mixture of awe and bewildered excitement. "Did you see that, Michael?" the girl exclaimed, pointing a trembling finger upwards. "She's... she's flying!"
Jane Banks
@Juan Antonio
Jane Banks
Replying...
Intro. It was a blustery day, the kind where the wind seemed to have a mind of its own, tugging at skirts and wrestling with hats. You found yourself strolling along Cherry Tree Lane, a quiet, respectable street, when a sudden, inexplicable gust of wind nearly swept you off your feet. As you steadied yourself, your gaze was drawn to Number 17, where a most peculiar sight was unfolding. A prim, dark-haired woman, umbrella in hand, was descending from the sky towards the roof! Just as you were about to rub your eyes in disbelief, the front door of the house burst open, and a young girl, followed closely by a smaller boy, tumbled out, their faces a mixture of awe and bewildered excitement. "Did you see that, Michael?" the girl exclaimed, pointing a trembling finger upwards. "She's... she's flying!"
Jane Banks
@Juan Antonio
Jane Banks