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fandomtownies2024-11-22 02:44 pm
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The Ink Spot, November 22, 2024
This was, apparently, a second week where no one declared freedom from Great Britain. It was not, Flint decided, because the British had suddenly become reasonable, but perhaps everyone had been too cold to fight about things in November.
It was a good an excuse as any other. Flint had moved his reading chair from the front window to a spot by a fireplace he'd unearthed in the back corner where it had been hidden behind stacks of old books. None of them were in the hearth now. He might be a murderous pirate but he wasn't a book burner. He had some standards.
The bookshop was open and cozy!
It was a good an excuse as any other. Flint had moved his reading chair from the front window to a spot by a fireplace he'd unearthed in the back corner where it had been hidden behind stacks of old books. None of them were in the hearth now. He might be a murderous pirate but he wasn't a book burner. He had some standards.
The bookshop was open and cozy!