This time there was a note.
I wasn’t scared, exactly. Just a little weirded out. I look
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There it is. Blue. Suede, even. A suede blue shoe.
Small update: the blue shoe did have contact information in it, which
Nora. Formerly “the shoe lady.”
We had a good talk. Turns out we have a few things
Nora, I tried. There were objections.
Just coffee.
Said I’ll give it my best shot.
The dinosaur is acting suspiciously innocent.
Three satisfied customers.
Tidy enough for company?
Turns out Julie (not her real name) left the dinosaur in my
Her face says, “This was not part of the briefing.”
Then this happened.
"Who's that", she asked.
“Who’s that?”
It was the question I’ve been avoiding.
So here it is.