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The clerk-turned-bus doesn't need roads, it hops springily across the tops of buildings, running over rivers and streams, and leaping over all obstacles.
When found in actual traffic, it seems shy, apologizing to a Volkswagon as it vaults overtop of it.
H:
The clerk sits by the desk as you walk in at closing time. His claws bounce lightly, almost musically as his tail swirls around him. You feel loose...relaxed...His tail makes a come-hither gesture...how long was it again?...it didn't matter, it seemed so soft...
"Come here."
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*The bat isn't at the counter, though there is some light wiggling from a nearby closet. At the desk a southern lilt purrs, a long striped tail swaying behind sizable hips like a curious snake as a pair of pink claws drums on the counter.*
What's yer poison sweetheart?
O:
*The skunk wipes down the window beside the front stoop of the store before turning. He takes a moment to sweep the leaves from the steps with his tail, as he does, the oily smell of the city is replaced with a warm mulled wine aroma. He wanders in, but the scent lingers*
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*Perusing the shelves, you suddenly feel a very warm, soft weight smoosh against your side. The pressure grows as it leans forwards. A glance upwards sees that it's an elephant's tummy separated from you by a silk shirt, his trunk grabbing a book.* O-oh! Didn't see you there.
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We don't sell them sadly, but I greatly support e-readers. I will always love physical books over digital media... which is something I-I'd say as I hear a slithering in the rafters.
But whatever makes it easier for you to read, do it!
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