Coming to you from Downstairs Conspiracy where there is a shortage of chai mugs at the arts night I’m at. No one likes a mug shortage.
The stranger had left the quiet town as quickly as he’d come. He asked for people to donate mugs. His voice was smooth and persuasive. Only one woman was unconvinced. The people flocked to her for tea. And suddenly the town was alive, and loud. Eventually the stranger came back. With him he brought a giant mug sculpture. The people weren’t angry, they put it in the centre of the woman’s make shift chai yard.
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