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The wedding is tomorrow!
Do what you gotta do. Decorate the church, decide what to wear, buy a gift for the happy couple, bake all the things... throw a bachelor party?
Oh and don't forget to water the apple trees. Never do that.
[ mission: work on breaking the curse or go through the symptoms if you've already gotten started. ]
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"Hiring an assistant for the next two days. Must be hard-working and reliable."
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[pulls door open and looks up at the jangly bell]
Mr. Walsh?
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You here about the job? Amber, was it?
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divES under a bush and quickly dresses himself so fast like whoa ]
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wait what time is it]
Oh, shit.
[that's right he has breakfast shifts at the inn. books it toward the inn!]
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[which is why he's trying to prepare breakfast. don't mind the milk and the breadcrumbs and whatever else everywhere it's a mess. looks really pleased with himself though.]
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it makes no sense. wtf did that shitty jacob sell her is it laced with drugs ]
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[ hanging up his jacket in her office while she nam flashbacks. ]
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[staking out looking out for blind marge and her sticky fingers because she's in a Mood]
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is the sheriff staking out the church]
[does that chick ever sleep. finishes cleaning up after morning service. shakes hands with housewives and grandmas. the drill. bye. irish jesus bless you. etc.]
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[ sure is big empty church in here. ]
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⇒ ⇒ this definitely counts for two.
⇒ we'll just keep dean at 1 we don't want to get ahead of ourselves.
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[ next he's going to get something sweet from the bakery for the whole family because he's not as bad as you might think!! ok he has his ups and downs, but all in all having a family is pretty great. funny how the thought just came to him after eating that bean bread. ]
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[had an urge to explore, and is getting closer and closer to town borders. stop him, join him, ask about the tool??]
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[petting her horse when she hears him bounding her way. she felt like calling it susan. it's an ongoing issue]
Mister Smith? What're you doing out here?
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yeah, seems like he never made it there. which is a pity, because he really wanted to see her. her clever hands, the white streaks—
no that's not right, that was the nightmare.]
[wandering back into town rubbing his forehead and smoking.]
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holding susan's reins as she just looks around like the place is a whole goddamn foreign planet. what do. was supposed to audit the Joys but she just doesn't know anymore]
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[ nope. just goes straight home, to do what he isn't sure. maybe pack a bag. go back to the old country. he doesn't remember his mother and father's faces, which means it's been much too long in this little orchard town. sure, he'll lose his job, but the money he was about to pay in taxes should be more than enough to get him set up. somewhere very far away from the priest who makes too much sense without clarifying anything. ]
[ and hopefully, away from the sensation of having a living nest of beasts in his stomach. ]
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[clears throat as he leans against the door frame instead of knocking or saying anything]
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