Rookie In Charge

I may have underestimated the rookie. I’d taken her shopping to pick up some supplies for our contingency escape (if the caper goes south, so are we), and she picked up a movie she wanted, saying she’d wrap it and mark it as from the fat man.

I no longer wonder who’s running this caper; I know it isn’t me!

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