Gosh! I'm in the Witness Protection Program -- 1922 style. Inspector Dapperling has disguised me in some really ugly and uncomfortable 1922 "girl" clothes, planted me in a shabby hole on Baker Street, and forbidden me from leaving it under any circumstances.
"What am I supposed to do here all alone?" I whine.
"Read a book, take up knitting, sort some socks," he clips... quite callously, in my opinion.
"But, I don't--"
He leaves, slamming the door.
"--have any socks," I finish lamely, staring after him.
I glare at the locked door awhile, before declaring, "OK. If you're going to be like that!"
... and promptly crawl out of a window.
Camouflaged Christians
10 years ago
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