On Saturday afternoon I saw the elf from last Saturday morning. She was walking down Horatio Street, dressed in sweatpants and a parka. When she first walked by, I knew she was familiar but I couldn't figure out why. By the time I figured it out, she was halfway down the block and Wallace was taking a crap, so I didn't follow her.
I guess she really does live in my building.
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sweatpants and a parks - she's obviously gone undercover.
i would recommend cornering her in the stairway and whispering "i know your secret little one, it's safe with me!"
then giggle, elves like that.
I have my suspicions that she is making cookies in one of the trees in the park across the street.
I loved that tree. I wanted to live in it.
Seriously.
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