Poppie
Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.
“Hey,” Poppie said as she walked into the living room.
“Hey girl, how you feelin’?” I looked at her and she looked so pale.
“Like shit,” she said, flopping down on the couch wrapped in a huge, fleece, hooded robe. She wrapped it tightly around her and sat with her legs folded in front of her.
“Well, you had me worried for a few days, but it’s good to see you on the other side,” I said, looking over at her and smiling.
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