[ Left via postbox in a pocket of soft cloth to protect the polish: a palm-sized, perfectly round cast bronze mirror featuring a pair of full naked dwarves dancing on the back. The note reads: ]
[Dashed off in pencil on the back of a bit of of her own mail (which looks to be the receipt from a cordwainer; Fitcher apparently has a new pair of boots) and stuffed into his postbox—]
Happy luck for me. I prefer four legs to eight in most circumstances.
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They were out of spiders.
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Happy luck for me. I prefer four legs to eight in most circumstances.