She was (a Fictional Moment 7)

Bloom’n thought.  For a long while.  And arrived at this:  when life gives you the Cone of Silence, wrap it in tin foil, plunk it onto your head, and hunker down.  If you’re lucky, a meltdown is on its way.

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