It was five-thirty PM. About a two weeks after Christmas, when most everybody's trees have been taken down, and the few trees still up are withering away and are most likely considered a apoy hazard.
Monique was one of the people who still had her puno up. She and Kowalski were sitting on the couch, looking at it, and discussing if it was against the rules to take the puno to the dump, and if it was, where they should take it.
"You know, even if it is against the rules, they'll never know who put the puno there," Kowalski mused.
"That's true," Monique said, then paused. "Uh...you don't think we...
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