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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://chaos.social/users/FlohEinstein/statuses/114138436475147222">FlohEinstein (floheinstein@chaos.social)'s status on Tuesday, 11-Mar-2025 00:41:03 JST</a><a href="https://chaos.social/@FlohEinstein" title="floheinstein@chaos.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/23320-48-20221111092636.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="FlohEinstein" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">FlohEinstein</a><div><a href="https://brotka.st/objects/205e8461-caca-4ea2-93e0-ec294a682b0c" rel="in-reply-to">in reply to</a><ul><li></ul></div></section><article><p><a href="https://brotka.st/users/kaia">@kaia</a> exactly. And when Moist goes to the pin shop, this conversation happens:</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/4706669#notice-9218842">In conversation</a><time datetime="2025-03-11T00:41:03+09:00" title="Tuesday, 11-Mar-2025 00:41:03 JST">about 4 hours ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://gnusocial.jp/notice/9218842" rel="external" title="Sent from gnusocial.jp via ActivityPub">gnusocial.jp</a></span></span><a href="https://gnusocial.jp/notice/9218842">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/4276706">“I was wondering,” he whispered hoarsely, “if you’d got anything a bit…you know…sharper?”The big man gave him a carefully blank look.“How d’you mean, sharper?” he said.“You know,” said Moist. He cleared his throat. “More…pointed.”The door clicked shut as the last of the customers, sated enough on pins for one day, stepped out. Dave watched them go and then turned his attention back to Moist.“A bit of a connoisseur, are we, sir?” he said, winking.“A serious student,” said Moist. “Most of the stuff here, well…”“I don’t touch nails,” said Dave sharply. “Won’t have ’em in the shop! I’ve got a reputation to think about! Little kids come in here, you know!”“Oh no! Strictly pins, that’s me!” said Moist hastily.</a></label><br><a href="https://assets.chaos.social/media_attachments/files/114/138/429/889/566/220/original/0c940ca463e125c6.png" rel="external">https://assets.chaos.social/media_attachments/files/114/138/429/889/566/220/original/0c940ca463e125c6.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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FlohEinstein (floheinstein@chaos.social)'s status on Tuesday, 11-Mar-2025 00:41:03 JSTFlohEinstein
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@kaia exactly. And when Moist goes to the pin shop, this conversation happens:
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1. “I was wondering,” he whispered hoarsely, “if you’d got anything a bit…you know…sharper?” The big man gave him a carefully blank look. “How d’you mean, sharper?” he said. “You know,” said Moist. He cleared his throat. “More…pointed.” The door clicked shut as the last of the customers, sated enough on pins for one day, stepped out. Dave watched them go and then turned his attention back to Moist. “A bit of a connoisseur, are we, sir?” he said, winking. “A serious student,” said Moist. “Most of the stuff here, well…” “I don’t touch nails,” said Dave sharply. “Won’t have ’em in the shop! I’ve got a reputation to think about! Little kids come in here, you know!” “Oh no! Strictly pins, that’s me!” said Moist hastily.
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