Prompt 17: Uncertain
Mr. Donaldson was waiting for Snoball when the elf appeared at the shop the next morning, just after sunrise. The bells at the top of the door jingled as he walked in while staring at his phone. "Good morning, boss," he said without looking up. He was wearing a white short-sleeved buttoned shirt, black tie, grey-blue slacks pulled halfway up to his ( Read more... )
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