The Magic Box, Wednesday

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So the thing that Jenkins had forgotten about when it came to running a business (having not done it since at least the industrial revolution) was that it required rather a lot of paperwork if you didn't want it to entirely fail. He'd never had much patience for paperwork, himself, and he was moderately tempted to simply skip it and let the shop part of the shop languish as a front for his laboratory (perhaps even going so far as to actively discourage any actual shoppers from coming in and purchasing things, as many of the great used book stores of old preferred to do) were it not for Charlene.

Charlene would never have forgiven him for neglecting his accounting. And though Charlene was no longer with him, she would continue on forever in his heart (as well as that magic mirror in the Library), and even after all these centuries pining for her from afar, he couldn't quite bring himself to let her down.

So he was doing the books.

"How in the name of cheese and cake is there still fifteen cents unaccounted for?!"

It wasn't going well.

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