55 Minotaur Lane (future location of Coyote Medicine), Friday afternoon

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He'd spent a few days trying to think of a way around it, but when it came right down to it, Coyote knew that he'd have to make some money if he wanted to have anything to bet Jan the Unicorn.

Fortunately, he managed to handwavily trade some "miracle medicine" for the rent on 55 Minotaur Lane and convince some local bugs to do the cleaning for him, leaving him plenty of time to sit outside the place, drink, and smoke. He had his coyote skin headdress pulled down low over his brow, using the thing's snarling muzzle as a visor, and might, from time to time, appear to have fallen asleep there.

Being a business owner, he decided, was really pretty easy.

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