A light fog nestled its way through town. Crickets chirped and a gentle breeze rustled the tree leaves. The air was cool and refreshing, and quite a few folks were out and about, walking or reclining at benches.

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A few toons walked on the sidewalk right outside The Midnight Flower. The taller companion snickered, “What was Cloyce rambling about?”

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A short fellow with a bent antenna tossed his head back and snickered,“I have no idea. I wasn’t listening!”

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They passed by an old lady, who admonished, “Cut it out, you two. You know how jumpy Cloyce gets at night time.” Despite her words she gave them a smile.