Moths are an ornery bunch. This one was no different. He leaned heavily over his cedar chip counter top. His wings twitching impatiently.
“Well? What’s it gonna be?!”
Antennae sweeping back and forth methodically like metronomes, he leaned in closer. His compound eyes stared unblinking and unfeeling. His irritation mounting. Yes, moths are an ornery, flitty, unsettled bunch.
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