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thewordofwebThere is a spring in Webster's step on this fine morning. He's got coffee for Skinny and he's got new sketches and storyboards and he's got on his very finest of silk shirts and purple ties. When he gets to the shop, he's even grinning at the children in the corner instead of muttering in German under his breath asking when they're going to leave.
He sets the coffees down on the counter and grins wider than before. "I sold five thousand copies," he announces with delight, as if that's why he's walking looser than before and why he looks like he's shaken off a dozen burdens. He even crouches to affectionately rub his hands over Rosie's ears, telling her how good a dog she is before returning to his feet to mark off inventory and sales.
He sets the coffees down on the counter and grins wider than before. "I sold five thousand copies," he announces with delight, as if that's why he's walking looser than before and why he looks like he's shaken off a dozen burdens. He even crouches to affectionately rub his hands over Rosie's ears, telling her how good a dog she is before returning to his feet to mark off inventory and sales.
