Little Pronoun was out exploring the bright new world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman remained confounded by the rapid changes in culture; even here on the this remote section of the Pacific flyway. He was unsure as to how to respond to even a cheery “Hello.”
In the busy world of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Morgan found it difficult to meditate. the Face of Everyman was particularly chatty today. It was difficult to find the few minutes necessary for the daily calm.
the Face of Everyman was receiving complaints about stale suet blocks set out to feed a mixed variety of guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In truth the venerable sage was trying to use up last year’s stock; applying what he had learned in business school: FIFO
Lily was home at last. Safe in the vast forests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She’d been on the road as a salesperson selling cemetery plots, cremation plans, urns and mausoleum space for the past six weeks. the Face of Everyman was the first to greet her.
Tuppence was an early morning visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. After a substantial breakfast a round of golf seemed like a good idea. the Face of Everyman wasn’t sure at what hour caddies came to work; but, he assured her she was first to be assigned someone to carry her clubs.
Renaldo was only a couple of days late for his date with Isabella at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He’d hoped that she would understand how hard it was to find mustache wax in this remote corner of the Pacific flyway. Turned out that the Face of Everyman kept a jar of it in his thespian makeup kit.
Isabella was new to the dating scene. She had agreed to share a suet block with the two guys who had posted winks to her dating site profile. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was starting to become the go to site for Spring break romances. the Face of Everyman was confident that spa amenities would attract the more well heeled clientele.
Robert was sure that the Robin’s request for money was a scam. He wanted to ask how he had lost his leg. Was it a famous battle? Suddenly the Face of Everyman interrupted and sent the fake scurrying. Panhandling was not allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Annie checked in early at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her online date was supposed to meet her here. the Face of Everyman marveled at how this remote spot off of the Pacific Flyway was becoming the hook up spot of renown.
Mandrake refused to be identified as he or she until all his feathers were in. He felt most comfortable being called Mandrake and he had a trace of a mustache. The guest forms at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had spaces only for M or F.the Face of Everyman had been following the court’s ruling on such matters but hadn’t learned how many possibilities there were.
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