Sorry, Fate Postponed—The Supreme Empress Won’T Be Dying Today!
Part 003
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Her collection of randomness was a poem of chaos:
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one single wristwatch, lone and solemn; a solitary shoe (not a pair, just the one, probably missing its soulmate forever);
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and other trinkets so arbitrarily selected, I half suspected she’d conjured them out of thin air.
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Oh, and by the way, the vendor was a little old granny,
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the sort of grandmotherly figure who instantly dissolves all your defences and turns your heart into a dripping puddle of sentimental goo.
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There she sat, sweat shimmering on her face like melancholy dewdrops.
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Naturally, my compassion detonated.
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I decided, with all the nobility of a half-baked heroine, that I simply must buy something from her.
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Because if I scurried home empty-handed, her weary face would haunt me in my dreams, appearing in the corners of my ceiling to scold me with grandmotherly disappointment.
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So I crouched, yes, crouched, because it felt unspeakably rude to loom above her like a tyrannical giraffe, while she sat among her singular oddities.
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Duane
My heart can't take the suspense! Hurry up and update!
2025-07-03
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