Day 3, Sentence 1:
Kneeling precariously on the bunk, its edge digging into her knees and her feet dangling off the side, Trixie scowled fiercely, tensed all of her muscles, even the ones in her toes, and threw her ammunition out of the window wildly, wincing as the first pot ricocheted off a street sign with a resounding clatter, bouncing into and flattening someone’s flamingo garden ornament, which she sincerely hoped she would not have to pay to replace, as not only was it hideous and the landscape enormously improved by its removal, but she had no idea where you would get another like it.
