We rushed home, wary of the time on the clock.
I went first, then we took turns, going until we were exhausted, working as one.
In the end we were hot, sweaty, and almost unable to stand.
But – we got the ink from the exploded pen out of the dryer.
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Heehee! Good one. You really had me going for a minute there.
Heh heh! Quite the devil you are.