Write four lines of prose about: Wolverine.
Pretty excited about this. Not sure I'll be able to see it in theatre, but I will definitely watch it at some point. Likely eventually on Netflix, but maybe I'll manage to get out of the house one night to go see it a little sooner than that.
By mid-afternoon it was looking like I'd have at least a few loaves of bread to put in the freezer at closing. Then I had a customer buy 8 loaves and I thought maybe not.
Then I sold the final 7 loaves between two customers around 3:45, the second of whom also bought the last of the butter tarts, macaroons, and baguette.
And suddenly it was closing time.
Back at it tomorrow before my weekend can begin.
The claws have begun to rust. The wounds heal slowly now, the pain lasts a little longer. Age, it would seem, has caught up with him at long last.
Yeah, you go ahead and tell him that - I'll be over here... like, way, way over here.