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Boober knelt in the new laundry room, and though his arms were elbow deep in the washwater, he was sitting still, lost in thought. It was... so new being in a place like this, this... Fraggle Home, as it'd been called. He was familiar with homes, having been in Scrooge's mansion at least once, but it was different to be living in one now.
It wasn't that newness that was on his mind, though. It was something else. Just how Fraggle Home had gotten built. Who had organized it, had led the charge, had gotten him- them -all out here...
"Gobo..."
It wasn't that newness that was on his mind, though. It was something else. Just how Fraggle Home had gotten built. Who had organized it, had led the charge, had gotten him- them -all out here...
"Gobo..."