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Wellspring Arms [all day]
Biff was behind the counter, flipping through a magazine and wondering vaguely just how much effort it would be to find someone to cater Passover.
He would be happy for a distraction.
He would be happy for a distraction.

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"You guys still not selling weapons here?" she asked, unable to get the copper lilt out of a question like that, as she strolled in.
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She gave a small nod of approval.
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Especially John.
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Even if it was said with a tone that suggested he was really quite crazy if he did.
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Not that there were any pointed glances toward magazines at that moment, or anything.
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What? He needed fifty friends to get his blue ribbon.
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Not that there was anything wrong with farms, of course. She depended on them monthly to fit what she deemed a necessary fix of chickens. But she was far more a hunter/gatherer type of girl here.
...who was now craving chicken. Fantastic.
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Biff was twelve.
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"But what would they want them?"
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