The Magic Box [Tuesday]

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It probably meant something that today was the first day Celia hadn't nearly tripped over felt spiders or orange and black streamers when she'd come in to work. Instead, there was a shipment of tiny little pumpkins waiting for her, all small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

"You know, it's still summer for another month," she told the box, as though it might have some sort of defense. But Celia loved autumn, anyway, and it went with the bizarre Hallowe'en thing they'd been doing for weeks, anyway.

Perhaps if she got bored enough, she'd draw little faces on them, even. That would be adorable.

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