strike out

so the strike is over then, is it?
couch had packed her parcels, bulged her bags and fitted the suitcases. she was ready to go bar sponge, breadroll and block of wood sitting on her.
yep, it is over.
pretty much so.
kind of, i’d say.
they did not move.
earlier this morning sponge had said that their hats may look rather silly, but this aspect had not yet been fully discussed and considered.

on strike

we won’t say a word, do hear me?
yes.
yes. not a…
word.
yes.

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