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At some point during the day, a black and grey owl flies in through the door, and lands on the bar. Apparently it knows what it's doing, because it shakes and a letter falls off.
It's addressed to Thea Harman.
It's written on lined paper in splotchy and inconstant ink, but at least the sentiment is clear.
Enclosed are a handful of dried rose petals.
Its package delivered, the owl flies back out again.
It's addressed to Thea Harman.
It's written on lined paper in splotchy and inconstant ink, but at least the sentiment is clear.
Enclosed are a handful of dried rose petals.
Its package delivered, the owl flies back out again.