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"What are you doing?" Fea heard called from an alternate dimension. Flustered, she responded.
"I'm... um... checking my e-mail?"
"That's not your e-mail."
"Well... it kind of is, see I get PMs, which are like e-mail, and I..."
"Right."
"Well actually, I'm writing limericks."
"Oh, well in that case... actually, no case about it. There's a pile of clothes waiting for you to fold them."
"Aww, but Mom..." Fea looked at her mother, hoping that the sad puppy-dog look might appease the woman's house-cleaning plans for her. No such luck, Fea thought sadly. Her companions watched open-mouthed as Fea carried on an entire conversation with thin air. Turning, Fea looked back at everyone.
"Sorry guys... my mom's being lame. I've gotta go clean." she sighed in a long-suffering way. "Maybe I'll be back later. I've got to get online and um... I dunno.. I'll look for excuses. Da Vinci! That's a great excuse. I've got a research paper to write and..." Fea's voice trailed off as an etherial hand reached into cyberspace to drag her away to do laundry. "Bye everyone! Don't lose my bag! It's... a suprise! For when the phantom gets here!"
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