The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

People were back in town after a whole boring blissful week of silence. Did that mean Logan was feeling some type of way about it? No, of course not. But he was at work nonetheless.

And possibly even looking at this weird book that was in the garbage.

"What the fuck?"

Yeah, he was regretting this choice immensely.

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[mustbeawitch]

Lydia walked into the bookshop, caught sight of the title of Mr. Logan's reading material, and walked right back out. As the TikToks would say, 'Not today, Satan.'

[theworst_verine]

Look, Logan was pretty sure the guy who wrote this had never known the touch of a woman or been decked in the face really hard. One of which he could manage to rectify if he'd still been alive for this.

But for now he just looked up and squinted at the door like it was playing tricks on him. Also kept him from reading more dumb shit for a moment.