Today's OneWord: Fence
"I dunno," murmured Lacey with a small smile. "I'm on the fence about this."
"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "Quite literally."
Laughing, my best friend of seventeen years hopped off the white picket fence, gracefully landing on the toes of her feet, the canvas of her converses bending slightly. She exhaled and bowed to me. "I'm just saying, I'm not sure. Maybe we ought to go somewhere else. Ditch this party for something better."
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Anything else in this town?"
"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "Quite literally."
Laughing, my best friend of seventeen years hopped off the white picket fence, gracefully landing on the toes of her feet, the canvas of her converses bending slightly. She exhaled and bowed to me. "I'm just saying, I'm not sure. Maybe we ought to go somewhere else. Ditch this party for something better."
"Like what?"
"I dunno. Anything else in this town?"
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