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Edith hadn’t seen Sybill since Acid blew up. Thankfully they’d gone down instead of up, but in all of the chaos of the evacuation she had lost her. Well, good thing she knew where Sybill worked. And thanks to some very helpful coworkers she’d learned the apothecary’s off-hours just to make sure Sybill wouldn’t be too busy.
“Excuse me,” she said as she walked up to the counter, “I’m looking for this really cute girl I had a great time with on New Year’s, do you think she’s free? I’m hoping she is because I know this really great pasty shop nearby.”
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