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01/19/12(Thu)05:56 No.33399160>You drive to the little corner shop, you seem to only notice every so often.
>Nothing inside is the same when you enter, you can never put your finger on it, but the place always feels, off.
>None the less, the shop keeper does tend to keep what you want in stock, when you can find the store at all. You never understood how a simple corner market could just vanish from day to day but you chalked it off as you ignoring the place as you drive by.
>The main attraction you have discovered while shopping in this little corner market is the high chance that most of the items you purchase, once you get home, will go under a minor transformation, becoming tiny, sentient ponies.
>You have tried to ask the shop keeper about this, but the language he responds to you in, though kind, is something you doubt could be deciphered.
>That day you asked him why most of the items you boy from his shop tend to become tiny pony replicas of their item and he simply chuckled, said a few indecipherable words and pointed at the 'All Sales are Final' sign over the door. |
