Cooker
As free as my hair
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- On the edge of glory
- Seen Dec 22, 2019
Fletcher stood up straight, hands on his hips, still breathing heavily. The little bird beamed when it was adressed, and kept hovering in the air near Fletcher, its wings beating like a hummingbird's. After a few moments, Fletch spoke. "The guy that owns...owns the snack place over there..." He pointed accordingly to the little wooden shack that served snacks to the beachgoers. "...he's having that an...annual double battle tournament...tomorrow... and the prize is 6 soda pops. I...I just registered." Fletch held up the paper in his hand, and it moved up and down as he was still breathing hard. "You in? Otherwise I'll have no...competition," Fletch proposed with a giddy smile.