The neighbor's leaf blower blared under her bedroom window. She grabbed a pair of clean blue jeans out of the middle drawer of her oak dresser. As she jammed her foot into the leg of her pants she felt a ball of cloth caught. Underpants. Clean. She laughed.
She had to hurry and escape the annoying sound. "Sparky, let's Go!" they ran out the door and ran and ran and eventually arrived at the pond. When she imagined that it would be safe to come home she turned around and they walked back.
She always needed silence to think but she needed the city to stimulate her imagination.
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