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Issue: 1025 | 24th day of Sleeping, Y27 |
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Headlines "Can’t You See Me?" by l0000000l ”Butterscotch Latte and Sour Melon Pie for Novaic,” the Coffee Cave owner called out above the mild chatter and mellow music ringing throughout the café. Novaic’s ears perked up at the sound of his name and bounced on over. “That would be me! Thanks, Boss,” Novaic grinned. “And thanks for the discount, too! I’ll be sure to promote your shop to all of my friends.” The Yellow Shoyru scoffed and provided an exaggerated eye roll. “As if you and your group of friends don’t stop by every other day trying to haggle prices with me. Speaking of, is it just you, I have to deal with today? Are your friends a no-show again?” Novaic sputtered over his caffeinated beverage before defensively exclaiming, “Boss! You know I’m your favourite customer. Besides, I’m the only one who actually made the trip over here instead of wasting all my Neopoints on Dice-A-Roo just to catch a glimpse of King Roo.” The Boss smiled fondly at Noavic’s little pout. “Alright, alright. Drown your sorrows by taking a bite of that pie I know you love.” Almost instantly, Novaic’s eyes seemed to glisten as he quickly picked up his fork and went on to devour the delectable treat. For a brief moment, it seemed as...
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