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Wendy woke up to a glorious Saturday morning.
The sun was shining, birds were chirping, golfers were golfing, thieves were thieving, squirrels were squirreling. Yes sir, it was a typical, if not glorious Saturday morning in her sleepy little town.
Unfortunately, things quickly deteriorated to near unmanageable proportions slightly before the moment she first she opened her eyes and slightly after the moment she realized she had some serious morning breath going on.
When she had gone to bed the night before Wendy had promised herself to make the following day a highly productive one. Perhaps she'd even have time to ...