Bound to drift a while

The lush red carpet dulled the sound of footsteps as the lady made her way toward the purple door, in her hands she carried a small wooden box tied by a yellow ribbon in an obnoxiously complicated way. The door, which was purple as previously mentioned, was decorated by fairly ugly floral patterns and a laughably over sized gargoyle knocker. No one had ever explained to anyone else why there was a knocker on an interior door because everyone just assumed it was the sort of thing you didn’t ask. The lady deftly balanced the box in her left hand as she stopped in front of the door and with more grace than required she raised her right hand and snapped off three quick, sharp, knocks using the gargoyles oversized and quite unattractive tongue

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