Peony Girl Tells the Story of Anne's First Sinful Flowers Caper
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Peony Girl Tells the Story of Anne's First Sinful Flowers Caper
Peony Girl Escapes from the AOC Archives
Dear Anne’s Readers: Your Peony Girl has been asleep in the archives for a decade, but I woke up last week after dreaming about Anne’s emails. A thunderbolt hit my critical thinking capacity midweek, and I rose like the phoenix from a long-lost folder in Anne’s hard drive.
"Wow, this guy is an arrogant, slime ball," I yelled reading her correspondence. Why were you so nice to him?”
I may only be eight-year’s old, but this dude plays dirty . . . Republican, Trump-style-dude dirty. No matter what anybody tells you about Anne, she’s not good at playing dirty. Peony Girl knows everything about Anne: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Anne is bad at playing dirty.”
'“Anne, what the hell happened to you!", I demanded to know., making a grand entrance in her studio My older self was sitting there staring at the computer screen, sort of like this was a “last straw moment”.
Seeing me, Anne was unfazed.
“Why am I not surprised that you’ve shown up Peony Girl. Who sent you an SOS? “ she asked me, as if it was totally normal for me to walk back into her life after being gone for a decade. “I’ve been persuaded to keep my mouth shut for now. All my writing will be nonspecific. No poking the bear about the cabal trying to take me down out there. So, who woke you up?”
“Fearless,” I answered, hands on my eight-year-old hips. Sensing that her magic powers weren’t totally gone in this crude game of Anne destruction that’s been going on in her life in 2020, I shifted to an even more defiant stance.
Then I let her have it good. It was a Serena Williams grand slam event, and thankfully for the neighbors, she lives on the top floor.
“Really, Peony Girl. You are tight with Fearless Girl? Asleep in the AOC archives for the last 10 years, you know Fearless”
“Don’t try to be amusing, Anne. I’m telepathic and you know it. Of course, I’m friends with Fearless Girl. And don’t change the subject, my darling grownup self. I woke up from hibernating because you're acting like some wilted funeral flower, Anne.
