Crow appeared one more time before the Goddess to ask for a cure of his twisted ankle. She remained mute as was often the case. She was a fixture in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but, her miracles were legendary. the Face of Everyman could offer nothing to this earnest plea.
Randolf was chagrined to realize that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Breakfast Club didn’t meet on Mondays. Furthermore, the Face of Everyman was a poor substitute for pancakes and an erudite conversation.
Sad Sack had just returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He’d been to the Orthodontist in the village in hopes that he could do something about his antlers. the Face of Everyman had one comment, “Better luck next year.”
In a rare sign of disrespect Cheeky climbed atop The Goddess of Perpetual Hunger. He later claimed that it was to drive off a pigeon. Of course, the Face of Everyman had heard that lie before. What was the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coming to?
Clayton anxiously awaited the coffee bar opening. This dawn patrol gig was hard to do without that first cup. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa offered the only source for miles around. the Face of Everyman commiserated; both had to wait.
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