Previously...
Darla's got everything she needs for The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self shoved inside her truck's glove box: a feather duster, this, and a blood glucose meter. Oh, and a joyous heart and an open mind. Speaking of which, she's already forgiven Ort for his comment that snark is no tone to take when offered constructive criticism (like his suggestion Darla return to building model tanks instead of making hearts out of garbage to sell down at the Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet.)
But back to that sacred quest upon which Darla is ready to embark. She's on a mission to shine light on every dark soul she encounters (but mostly to catch the meaning of a recurring dream where she's crawling around underneath a desk.) Since the lighting is rather poor down there, all Darla sees is a pair of Birkenstocks. She's pretty sure she's naked, too, as she scuttles about on her hands and knees.
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