Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #477 Words: dribble, pity, ruffle, lament, groan, bawl, inhale, grim, disgust, acquiesce, shrug, inevitably Her feathers are ruffled, muffled at first, becoming full scale bawling. Nose dribbles as she inhales shaky breaths. Poor pitiful me. They have seen this act before– the grim way she laments her privileged life. Inevitably, she will acquiesce, settle down, hint of frown on her face at their shrugs of disgust. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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