

I PROMISE. BY THURSDAY! I PROMISE!
Miss Paris told us about how the militia roleplay was going. I'm going to have to stop through the blue team camp since I heard about cookies there. Miss Discovolante, Mr. Magellan and I joked about starting the "LSU"--Lazy Shopkeepers Union, until we realized if that was the case, we'd be too lazy to even form one. Miss Gustafson stopped by my shop earlier and gave me a crate with glass bottles I can shoot. Turns out I'm a bit of a crack shot with a pistol. The two of us really must have pie sometime soon! She told me their camp (red team) had ice cream. Decisions, decisions...
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I must correct myself madame, on the matter of ice cream, and say that by examining it further it appeared to be a parfait. And a rather yummy one!
Stop by any time! We have lots of targets to shot at!
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