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Bright Star Drops
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“Aaah, you are a rare sight, aren’t you, Sheriff…?” Masika, the doctor, leans against the counter, lips pulled into a smile. “You usually aren’t one to make your visits during the day, are you?”
Alpheus carefully closes the front door, sighs, then makes his way over. He considers himself lucky that he didn’t have to search for her in the back of the building, at least, so he counts his blessings. “I figured that some things would be best dealt with sooner rather than later, ma’am. I’m not tryin’ ta be out here in this damn heat if I don’t need ta be.”
She laughs, the sound of it slow and rich. “Of course, of course, sweet dear. No need to sound so grumbly.” At that, Masika turns on her heel to face the cabinets behind the counter, picking at the rows and rows of bottles. “What do I owe this visit to, then? Are you finally agreeing to a check-up?”
”Absolutely not,” he answers nearly immediately, quickly placing the jar on the counter before leaning against the edge of said counter, “I’d sooner rather die face-down in a ditch than ask for one a’ those. I brought something to show to you.”
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