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fandomtownies2025-05-20 06:40 pm
joan_of_bark) wrote in fandomtownies2025-05-20 06:40 pm
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Pick Your Poison, Tuesday
It was another Tuesday, and Pam was in, nominally womanning the store.
Which meant she was out in the garden, weeding, muttering quietly to herself about people who didn't plant native and thus had to deal with all sorts of issues her plants weren't having at all. (There was a phone now buried in the soil. It didn't ring anymore.)
Pick Your Poison was open. She'd hear you if you entered.
Which meant she was out in the garden, weeding, muttering quietly to herself about people who didn't plant native and thus had to deal with all sorts of issues her plants weren't having at all. (There was a phone now buried in the soil. It didn't ring anymore.)
Pick Your Poison was open. She'd hear you if you entered.