Lake Lewisia #214

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“I know we didn’t go through a whole case of mustard in one week,” she said into the early morning stillness of the diner. “It better be back on the shelf before I get to counting the dry goods,” she added, her back to the empty space on the shelf and her eyes fixed on the weekly inventory count sheets. The case would reappear on the shelf, she knew, returned by whatever entities occupied the diner alongside the humans when they had finished having their strange fun.

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LL#214