May 7th, entry twenty-three

[unevoked]

I'm closing the Butcher's shop.

[A pause. That's not news, so he'll amend it.] For good this time. The rest've the orders I got'll be finished up, but then that's it. There's another shop down the bazaar, if anyone needs shit. It ain't as good, but don't be picky

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[viva_la_materia]

You what? You can't! What's Wolf gonna do when he gets back?

[unevoked]

Like hell I can't.

Get a new job or come get the damn keys himself. In the meantime, what's it even matter?

[viva_la_materia]

But

[What's she supposed to write? That she still keeps her brother's bed made? That she drops by the Hatchery every so often, just to ask around?]

nevermind

[The letters are pressed harshly into the page.]

[unevoked]

[Sorry, Marbles-- his sympathy is a little broken.]

If it comes up, send him my way. If it doesn't, tough shit.

[blindedmewith]

Why are you shutting it down? You don't like working there?