Christy's, Christy's... Aww, where was it again? Rothfold Street 42? or was it 24? Drat!
Samuel Vimes strayed around, desperately looking for the tea shop Cooper and Scott were talking about so enthusiastically. Suddenly he sensed a fine scent in the air... Blueberry and bergamot! Vimes smiled and followed the scent full of pleasant anticipation.
A little while after, he stood at the entrance of Christy's. In the moment he entered, he was already overwhelmed by the loud welcoming of what seemed to be the whole New London division of the BPA!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" shouted Inspector Scott and presented the most deliciously looking cake Vimes had ever seen.
"Wha..! Wow. You shouldn't have... Thank you mates!"
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
<blockquote>Then the bird said, "Nevermore."</blockquote>
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