The Smell of Fish
Next Year
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Weaver's Fen Summer Village
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My eyes ache. I’ll never get the smell of frying fish out of my best apron. I bought up every last jar of pepper in this town and the next one over.
And when I said that to the Maestro, what did they do? Smiled that beatific smile, clapped me on ...