a cure for the common block


Sherisse tried to ignore the squawking and continue studying her book, but the little tyrant turned annoyance into an art. However, in the middle of his 5:15 tantrum about why he wanted ice cream for dinner, something strange happened; Sherisse was no longer sitting in the kitchen with her nose buried in a book, and as Dirk searched around the house, he couldn’t find a sign of her anywhere, not in the closets, or under the beds, or in the bathrooms, she had simply disappeared leaving him to his own devices. While Dirk had dreamed of this day for years, now that it was upon him he wasn’t sure what to do. Meanwhile, Sherisse sat on the roof, the one place she knew she could study in peace.

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