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YAY PRESIDENTS' DAY! Contrary to popular belief, it is NOT, in fact, George Washington's birthday. It is merely a day celebrating the efforts and works of all American presidents since the Constitution. Sad, really, that most Americans don't know these things about their own country, and yet they boast of patriotism. I just don't get it.

Disclaimer: JP should be president. He would decree everyone to WRITE. ALL THE TIME. It'd be awesome.

Chapter 43: Hot Towels Fresh Out of the Dryer

Fang pried open the door of the archaic dryer, and a cloud of steam escaped. Angel stood back until the condensation passed, then reached in to grab the towels.

A hotel's laundry room would be perfect for washing their positively nasty clothes, caked with the dirt of months. In desperation, the flock had snuck into the hotel, grabbed some bathrobes, and shoved all their clothes in the washing machine in the basement. Now it was transferring time, and the towels previously occupying the dryer would be replaced with the bird kid clothes.

Fang stuffed the wet clothing into the dryer, and they both looked down at the towels now littering the floor.

"We should at least fold them while we're waiting," Angel suggested. "It'd be a nice thing to do."

Fang nodded his agreement, and they each grabbed a towel.

A draft whizzed through the open window, and Angel shivered as she put the first warm folded towel in a basket on the ground, its warmth already draining away. Fang looked up at her, at the goosebumps on her arms.

"Come here," he said, and Angel obliged. Fang reached into the pile, grabbed one from the middle, where it was warmest, and wrapped his "sister" up in it. "Better?" he asked, securing it around her neck with a knot. Angel nodded vigorously, and they both went back to work.

I like when they all get buddy-buddy. I think of them as a very close family, like mine, that cares about each other no matter what, even though they can all be a bit retarded to each other.