Grizelda Frachion
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Apr-17-2005 12:29
Grizelda drummed the fingernails of her left hand on the table top. She didn't know for sure if she wanted to be in an agency or not.
Taking to the typewriter as she usually did when thinking things through, the newshawk turned part-time sleuth made a list of all her concerns:
Will it be fun?
Will it be easy-going?
What if I can't be there all the time? There are simply some unpredictable days when I'm going to dust out. Is that a beef?
She was new to the joint -- no sap, but not entirely savvy either.
The clackety-clacking stopped as she leaned forward to re-read the list.
Nodding to herself, she knew she'd have more questions.
**I need more dope on agencies** the brown haired woman thought to herself. Picking up the phone she called one of her friends at the newspaper to find out the cost of an inquiry ad.
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