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summary: reader gets out of thanksgiving
warnings: none
word count: 452
a/n: heres a tiny fix-it fic for my fucking life. written while hiding from family members, bon appetit
Douxie was re-shelving some books that a customer brought downstairs and then didn’t buy. He could hear you pick up the phone and start a conversation down at the counter.
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