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It was an emergency of evening ruining proportions. Frederic had thought he had more of those tea balls that opened into the flowers, but apparently he had run out. Not like he had any plans for the day, but when a man wants to sit down with pretty tea, a man wants to sit down with pretty tea. His usual supplier, however, was out, and this left him searching an herb shop he hadn’t been to before. He entered, hoping they would carry such a commodity.
“Salut?” He said, craning his neck to see if anyone was behind the counter.








