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Blue Snow Day
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It has been a week since Balzhemund found his way to the mall, and unable to find an exit, has plundered most of the stores. Security has been sent after him, but none have been heard from again. Little children are scared by his disheveled appearance and mutterings of 'almost complete', and his bizarre smell of cheese and vanilla.
"Sir, you return that Moss dog at once, a-and all that other stuff!"
"Who are you to be talking to me? You've been adequately compensated! My project needs moss!"
"You gave me a stack of expired coupons, a prescription slip for antidepressants, and a slice of salami, none of those things are legal tender, return those items at once or I'll call security again."
"...the fuck? Tell me faceless employee, do you have a family?"
"Uh...n-no?"
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