I was panting. Had to stop more than once in between the floors for a smoke which certainly did not help. Luckily the locks weren't changed due to her laziness which showed in the living room too. It was messy and filthy as usual. Nobody was home.
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
