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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.
I think she’s laundering reality in small batches, in more than one sense of the word.
This is either maintenance or containment. Either way, progress.
"The feline’s posture may suggest a sun-induced torpor, but this would be a mistake. One ear remains active, monitoring for snacks, birds, and procedural violations."
