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Penelope was entirely convinced she had left the oven on.
She hadn't, of course.
She was currently standing at an upscale garden party in Ascot, dressed in her finest multicoloured feathers and strikingly vibrant plumage.
Yet a sudden wave of existential dread had completely taken hold, and she was now frozen mid-stride, hyper-analysing every life decision she had made since 2012.
It was wildly dramatic, entirely unnecessary and beautifully complex.
Penelope was entirely convinced she had left the oven on.
She hadn't, of course.
She was currently standing at an upscale garden party in Ascot, dressed in her finest multicoloured feathers and strikingly vibrant plumage.
Yet a sudden wave of existential dread had completely taken hold, and she was now frozen mid-stride, hyper-analysing every life decision she had made since 2012.
It was wildly dramatic, entirely unnecessary and beautifully complex.