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The Ink Spot, Friday, October 25, 2024
Flint was regretting the hamburger he'd eaten at Mooby Land last night, but he wasn't regretting how quiet the island had gotten this week.
The door to the shop was propped open to let in the breeze, the flags of St. Vincent and Zambia were on the counter, and Flint was in his chair with a copy of Fordyce's Sermons, flipping pages and snorting audibly at some of this man's conclusions. Miranda would have some thoughts on this when it was finally published in their time, and they would be scathing.
He missed her.
The shop was open.
The door to the shop was propped open to let in the breeze, the flags of St. Vincent and Zambia were on the counter, and Flint was in his chair with a copy of Fordyce's Sermons, flipping pages and snorting audibly at some of this man's conclusions. Miranda would have some thoughts on this when it was finally published in their time, and they would be scathing.
He missed her.
The shop was open.