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The Bookbelt, Sunday
Sunday, July 7th, 2019 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cypher_can_flyWell, Owen had gotten turned around on at least seven seperate occasions, and he'd almost blown off the whole affair in favor of sitting in his room and eating... something.
Except then he'd remembered that the delivery people were no longer... doing their delivering. And he hadn't been here last weekend. And so he trudged obligingly towards his workplace, where he patted a book on the head (just to be certain) and settled behind the counter.
"Random hazards popping out of nowhere," he sighed. "Almost feels like home."
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Except then he'd remembered that the delivery people were no longer... doing their delivering. And he hadn't been here last weekend. And so he trudged obligingly towards his workplace, where he patted a book on the head (just to be certain) and settled behind the counter.
"Random hazards popping out of nowhere," he sighed. "Almost feels like home."
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