The Gorse Fox was waiting for his lunch. It had been ordered and was "in process". His mind was idling. He felt a waft of air... and could not find the source. Maybe the sandwich shop was haunted? No, maybe not. He concluded that the young girl behind the counter who was preparing his BLT with mayo and hot sauce had blinked and her false eyelashes had caused the atmospheric perturbation.
He smiled to himself, then paused. With all the mascara weighing them down... was that really pepper he saw on the salad?
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