"I... don't think I want to come back to this shop," Owen mumbled, cradling his face in one hand as he tried not to think about just how much his tooth was hurting. "Not - not for a long while, at least." Honestly he wasn't sure he wanted to go
anywhere for a while. Monsters and giant spiders and cursed candy? Nope. Nope, nope, nope, he had other things to do with his time that didn't involve running into more trouble. Like marathoning
every single episode of Star Trek ever made; that would take long enough that it would surely be safe by the time he dared risk going out again!
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