Katchoo was about to blurt out some kind of warning about flying sweaters, but the warning promptly evolved into some kind of woolenly-muffled sound, and then there was hugging, and yay.
"Mmmph mmmph-mmph -- gah!" she sputtered, yanking the scarf away from her mouth. "Holy crap, Francine, what did your mom do, deprive a whole flock of sheep?"
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"Mmmph mmmph-mmph -- gah!" she sputtered, yanking the scarf away from her mouth. "Holy crap, Francine, what did your mom do, deprive a whole flock of sheep?"