 Myrtle Teapot Occamy| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY | chaser of the truth | flutiful❧
The last time Penelope had encountered Myrtle, it had not been a very good experience. She was hoping to get to know Myrtle better to avoid future problems. Penelope had brought cookies with her that had been left out for a few days and were getting stale. Should be good cookies for ghosts. It wasn't every day that people brought cookies to ghosts who lived in bathrooms. This was not something that Penelope usually did, but here she was, bringing cookies to Myrtle. Penelope walked over to where Myrtle's cubicle was. "Myrtle?" Maybe Myrtle wouldn't wail at her this time. Penelope could come to visit Myrtle again.
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