Literary excursion; Different book shop, and an invisible friend.

Here in a different book shop, I wandered in the isles, and heard this womans voice ringing out in the silence. I turned the corner and here was this perfectly normal-looking woman, sitting on the pictured chair, talking to a spot three feet in the air. Something about Halloween decorations, or something. Some sort of evil-looking black slug-thing was attacking her ear, but I was too polite to point it out.


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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.