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fandomtownies2025-07-25 12:35 pm
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The Ink Spot, Friday, July 25, 2025
Flint had been startled from reading Sun Tsu's Art of War by the phone ringing. (He didn't know the phone even worked.)
The incredibly perky voice on the other end of the line didn't lessen his confusion in any way. "...back to school inventory," he repeated, sounding baffled. "We're a bookshop."
And that was how there would be a hundred adorable new notebooks delivered next week. Flint had said "uh huh" one too many times in an effort to get the person off of the phone.
For now, though, Flint was living in blissful oblivion as he plotted (as always) the downfall of the British Empire.
The door to the shop was open because Flint hadn't figured out air conditioning.
The incredibly perky voice on the other end of the line didn't lessen his confusion in any way. "...back to school inventory," he repeated, sounding baffled. "We're a bookshop."
And that was how there would be a hundred adorable new notebooks delivered next week. Flint had said "uh huh" one too many times in an effort to get the person off of the phone.
For now, though, Flint was living in blissful oblivion as he plotted (as always) the downfall of the British Empire.
The door to the shop was open because Flint hadn't figured out air conditioning.