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Chapter 21: Feather Duster

As I swept the kitchen counter with a feather duster, I pondered how Jenny could've known that I didn't have an alibi. Perhaps it was the tone of voice. Yeah, that must've been it.

I grabbed a small flashlight and made my way behind the refrigerator. "Oh my god! How the hell is it possible that this much dust can gather up in one small place?!" Needless to say, I wasn't enjoying my experience.

I left the fridge for a while so I could replace the feather duster with a small plastic shovel. Three hours later, the back of the fridge was dust free, but the trash can now deserved to be burned, buried, and left to rot. I pray for whatever pokemon is unlucky enough to dig it up.

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On break for a while, I sat on the couch to watch TV just as Jenny entered the apartment. She went to check on how good a job I did on cleaning the kitchen of dust. "Wow Jonny, you did a better job than I expected!" I heard her call. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride inflate my ego a bit. "You even cleaned the back of the fridge! You didn't have to do that, thanks!" Didn't… have… to do… that….

Ah well, what's done is done, I thought to myself.

I turned back to the TV News, "-and while the body was never found, we're sure that the belt buckle factory's owner's leftover trousers hold the key to locating the culprit's whereabouts," Just what the hell did I miss when I turned my head? "In other news, rumor has it that Team Orion is planning something big that may affect the lives of everyone that lives in this city. Local authorities have yet to release further information on the matter for fear of mass panic."

Well at least I'm not the only one in danger this time, I thought. I got off the sofa and walked over to the window. I had to spend the whole day cooped up dusting the house. On the plus side, if I managed to dust the whole apartment before the day was done, then I could go out again.

I picked up the feather duster and began on the living room. The living room wasn't too bad. I got to watch TV as I worked.

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I walked towards the lamp and let a groan. It was one of those tall, thin lamps with the bulb at the very top. The lamp was pretty tall, so I sensed trouble. Holding the feather duster's handle with my mouth, I climbed it as I was climbing a mountain.

All I had to do to clean the lamp was shake my head as if I were saying no and the duster in my mouth did the job. There was still the fact that there was nothing to hold on to as I climbed.

Several times I slid down as I dusted and cleaned the same spot twice. That sucked.

As I inched my way up the lamp, I couldn't see where I was going or what was around me thanks to the duster. Eventually, I found a foothold, but because I couldn't see it I ignored the clicking sound it made.

A few minutes later I made it to the top. You'd think I'd be happy, but the fact that there was a hole where was the bulb used to be didn't make my day. Neither did the fact that I accidentally stuck my finger in it in my blindness. I wouldn't have minded that at all, but I was a little bit displeased about the fact that the foothold I found earlier was actually the on switch. Remember the clicky noise?

So as I was thinking of what a fine day I was having while thousands of volts of electricity were coursing through my body, I was relieved to find out that a miniature explosion freed me and launched my a few feet away from the lamp.

That was painful, like the time I was accidentally volunteered for a Tauros run, or like the time I got hit in the place no man should be hit in with a stray baseball.

Luckily as a pokemon of the psychic class, I was able to take these kinds of attacks over the more physical ones. I got up and mumbled to myself that I was never going to clean another lamp again.

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The bathroom was usually wet, so I didn't have to dust much there. The bedroom wasn't as bad as the kitchen or living room, but it was still worse than the bathroom due to the six foot tall wardrobe. I fell off.

Risky Situation plus Sensory Neurons minus Luck plus Chance equals Pain. I call that the Jonathan Equation.

After I was done, I climbed onto the couch and let myself rest for a few minutes. Jenny was observant enough to notice that I was tired and brought me a pillow. I told her "Thanks" to which she responded with a "You're welcome." She's always been good at reading people's tone of voice.

I was too tired to move my body anymore, so I turned my head to push the remote with my horn. After a few tries, I got it on.

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I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, the news was over. That rest did well for me, as I felt good enough to go outside.

Bad news was, it was dark out. Drat.

Instead of just sitting there whining, I went over to Jenny's room to use the computer. She was in the shower, so I didn't have to worry about her asking how a pokemon knew how to use the World Wide Web.

I can't think of a sentence to end this chapter wi-