I rolled my eyes as the espresso machine growled again and looked out over the shop. A crow dropped something on your table. A button? No, a coin. That feathered little shit stole my lucky ferryman coin. You stared past it, pretending not to see. Like it might vanish if you didn’t blink. The crow tapped its beak louder against the metal like it has all night. I leaned on the counter. "It’s rude to reject a gift in this place. Especially from them.” You looked up. I almost smiled.
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06/05/2025