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fandomtownies2022-07-31 10:36 am
alwaysonguard) wrote in fandomtownies2022-07-31 10:36 am
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Fix&Clean Shop- Sunday
After the brunch and get together at the park, Dwight was feeling restless. So he had decided to head out and take a walk.
It was odd being back on the island after so long. Waking up in that somewhat familiar but nearly forgotten apartment above the shop had been a bit of a shock the other day. And it wasn't the most restful of nights last night either.... there were too many memories in this place. The island as a whole but definitely that apartment and shop to be sure.
But after wandering around most of the island and seeing all the familiar places, some much more familiar than others as he made his way down Unicorn Street, he decided it was no worse to spend some time at his old place. No matter where he seemed to go this island was just full of memories. Some good, some bitter sweet, some painful. But that was how memories were right?
"Good ole Fandom... at it again," Dwight muttered as he walked into his shop once more, and was hit again by a wall of memories as he stood there in the doorway.
(post is open!)
It was odd being back on the island after so long. Waking up in that somewhat familiar but nearly forgotten apartment above the shop had been a bit of a shock the other day. And it wasn't the most restful of nights last night either.... there were too many memories in this place. The island as a whole but definitely that apartment and shop to be sure.
But after wandering around most of the island and seeing all the familiar places, some much more familiar than others as he made his way down Unicorn Street, he decided it was no worse to spend some time at his old place. No matter where he seemed to go this island was just full of memories. Some good, some bitter sweet, some painful. But that was how memories were right?
"Good ole Fandom... at it again," Dwight muttered as he walked into his shop once more, and was hit again by a wall of memories as he stood there in the doorway.
(post is open!)