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"Thanks for your help with the slugs."
It rained that morning.
"Books can be very dangerous."
Phaedra checked her pocket watch; he was late, Prospero P. Smith.
"There's no sense in panicking!"
Phaedra came into Slug and Jiggers that Sunday, as she did every Sunday, to meet with suppliers and a few select clients while the shop was closed.
"A pity -- I was enjoying that."
"Phaedra, do you know what happened to the tarantulas? I was sure we had more."
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