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clint let out a sigh as the last of the large group of women walked out of the shop. it was the thing he hated the most about this time of year, the ugg wearing women coming in wanting their blessed pumpkin spice drinks. if it wouldn’t kill his business he’d not sell anything pumpkin, but he had to sell them so when he was working at the shop he’d put on a brave face and pretend like he wasn’t sick of pumpkin spice. “i never thought i’d say this but i miss summer. can we go back to the days when no one wanted pumpkin spice?”
“Well it is your shop. I suppose you can do anything you want.” Jemma responded. She had only come in for tea but was a bit amused by the women who just left and his response to them.


















