I'm A Florent Fox, Listen Carefully

B&W Door 15 Crossroads

         Wait, have I tripped over the point of no return? I've experienced more bone-jarring falls instigated by thin air, or invisible pranksters in cahoots with almighty gravity. Is there a fork in this crossroads?

         Where are the ominous warning signs? DANGER AHEAD. Vague, unsettling. LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP. A wee bit late and reeking of a Momism. DANGEROUS SQUIGGLY ROAD. Say it isn't so! Am I not on the straight and narrow? Can't I see the hills for the curves ? STEEP GRADE. Uh, ya, I have been climbing with no end in sight. HIDDEN____. What? Don't fade on me now. What is lurking in the bushes ready to pounce?

         All justifiable fretting aside, of course, my team, House Florent is the most competent. We just maybe might should have the certified mental acuity testing to prove it. We entered into this GoT madness/merry-go-round with our eyes squeezed wide open. We believe we have something everything nothing to prove. We will triumph! We will absolutely NOT bend the knee. Mine grumble at the best of times and rarely bend for me.

         We will showcase what women with wit and willpower can accomplish. Engage in a marathon of word-slinging/slogging/slugging? You betcha! And do not mistake our glorious name. We are House Florent NOT House Fraus of Flora. We don't wave innocent flowers under anybody's nose.

         I'd like to ask if I may be Frank, but I've already established that's a genetic impossibility. Honest is the word I'm looking for and intending to utilize. I have not felt a kinship with another team_____ yet. I've been held in a keyboard tower for what seems like an eternity. Maybe I'm experiencing Stockholm Syndrome. The computer monitor winks at me and beckons with a come-hither glow. I swear the words I attempt to corral dance and shimmer. Wait, am I bedazzled by some kind of GoT spell? Yes, I procrastinated/prolonged a bit there. I suppose what I'm writing is that I have a kinship, a symbiotic relationship with my computer. I am anticipating the glorious month of my release, May. April showers will bring May flowers. Tears? If so, ones of relief, reflection and vindication.

         What does a fox say? Scamper in our dust. Viva House Florent!

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