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fandomtownies2016-06-03 07:44 am
studyingfear) wrote in fandomtownies2016-06-03 07:44 am
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Book Haven, Friday
The slow plastic offends the tame ditch. A dire rip pales below the fellow sketch. Your biography surrounds the toe against a severe verb. The freeze dictates around the gift.
Rufus raised his eyebrows, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf. That had made absolutely no sense to him.
He picked another book and flipped it open to a random page and read:
With the trade hardens the sliding school. An expert founds the pan next to an invisible energy. The rotated expressway triumphs before a contest. The pit calculates without whatever kid. Every sufficient juice fumes the nightmare under the relaxed father. The instinct fluid attends in a paying knight.
"I see," he said dryly, and reached for a third book. Third time's the charm, wasn't it?
Can a baking socialist rail beside the capitalist? The degenerate suffixes the upstairs residence. A witty monkey pales. Does a stiff physicist pay a sticking bird? The snail poses after the potential! The pain stalls the deal bullet.
Rufus put both of the books back with a sigh. He supposed this was the sort of thing Alana was talking about, when she'd mentioned odd things happened sometimes during store hours.
He should probably be grateful it was so benign.
It was still going to be a long day.
Book Haven is Open.
Rufus raised his eyebrows, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf. That had made absolutely no sense to him.
He picked another book and flipped it open to a random page and read:
With the trade hardens the sliding school. An expert founds the pan next to an invisible energy. The rotated expressway triumphs before a contest. The pit calculates without whatever kid. Every sufficient juice fumes the nightmare under the relaxed father. The instinct fluid attends in a paying knight.
"I see," he said dryly, and reached for a third book. Third time's the charm, wasn't it?
Can a baking socialist rail beside the capitalist? The degenerate suffixes the upstairs residence. A witty monkey pales. Does a stiff physicist pay a sticking bird? The snail poses after the potential! The pain stalls the deal bullet.
Rufus put both of the books back with a sigh. He supposed this was the sort of thing Alana was talking about, when she'd mentioned odd things happened sometimes during store hours.
He should probably be grateful it was so benign.
It was still going to be a long day.
Book Haven is Open.