Just story
Not my finest performance. At least it’s Friday.
She has concerns about the handling of her treats.
Existential dread level: normal. Whatever he did seems to have worked.
My work here is done. Her ruling, not mine.
Nora. Formerly “the shoe lady.”
We had a good talk. Turns out we have a few things
There it is. Blue. Suede, even. A suede blue shoe.
Small update: the blue shoe did have contact information in it, which
I don’t think he was reading the schedule. I think the schedule was reading him.
She says the clown did it. I believe her.
This time there was a note.
I wasn’t scared, exactly. Just a little weirded out. I look
He said it happens sometimes. He did not specify what “it” was.
