Knock-Knock || Reesy
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Andrina had plotted. She had returned home after the Badger Incident and she had sat down at her desk, and then she had moved because her desk was crowded with papers, a few shirts, and one of her terrariums, and then she had sat down on her bed, and then she had gotten distracted watching comedy specials on Netflix, and so then she moved out into the clean-ish living room, where she stroked Lady MacBeth’s hairless, rat-like body and wrote jokes on coloured sticky notes, because she could not find any index cards.
It had been a process. An important creative process, and now, Andrina was prepared.
So here she was in the fire station. She had breezed on it, because this was a publicly owned building, and she had danced up the stairs, asked a bloke where Reese’s “office” was, and learned he didn’t really have an office, but was hanging out in the lounge, if she’d like to find him.
So she skedaddled toward the lounge and knocked on the frame of the open door, startling Reese from where he was watering plants (?) by the windowsill.
“Knock-knock, motherfucker,” Andrina said ominously.
