Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

Pam's portal always left her upstairs in the apartment above the shop, and so going downstairs to check on it didn't take more than half a minute, and--

"Oh no," she muttered, sensing the pollen on the air as her feet touched down on the ground floor. She pinched her brow. "Not again."

Well. She'd just clean up the store a bit and then hightail it back home before she did something she regretted (again).

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