Pick Your Poison, Saturday

[crimson_sister]

Lucille arrived early at the shop. She swept the floor, dusted the shelves, and still managed to leave some cobwebs in the corner. She wrote some new signs for the shelves in spidery ink. She looked around the place, felt content, and opened the book she had brought with her, a collection of poetry, marking a few pages that she felt Tisarwat should read.

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