Fair warning: If you're moping, don't be surprised when you're hit with a snowball to the face. Not moping won't lower your chances. I take no responsibility.
A store for puppies has unfortunate implications. I mean, how often to people want a puppy? An entire store of just puppies. I feel like they'd just sit there unless people need a constant supply of replacement puppies for some horrible reason.
I never thought of it that way. But now that you mention it, it sounds like the story for a horror novel. Unless it's a city much bigger than this, and the store itself is pretty small, then it's just weird. Good thing there isn't one on this island.
No one knows. Maybe it's been eavesdropping this entire time. On everything. Every plan and hope that things will calm down, every conversation and off-key song.
You know what would be really creepy? If sometimes the Island pretended to be us and you'd have a conversation with someone and bring it up later and then they'd say something like, "What? That never happened."
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