The Emporium -- Sunday

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Michael flipped the sign from "closed" to "open" and sat down behind the counter. He was feeling a little down; he and Ben had seen Hunter off at the bus station earlier that morning, and he was missing his son already, even though they'd see him again in a couple of weeks, over Thanksgiving. He sighed and cupped his chin in his hand. Maybe someone would come in and distract him.

((Will be slow to respond this afternoon, but feel free to stop in.))