#kelly.

Howdy. Name's Kelly Brooks; I work for the WRFD. In the next couple of weeks, I'll be around to inspect y'all's fire alarms and such out at [User squints at the list, trying to parse what surely must be a typo.] EchoGarden. Is this some kind of New Age shit? If I need to message someone else, let me know!

[...] Also, it appears there's been an error in the automated system. Don't have an address for EchoGarden on file. Please fill out this update form at your earliest convenience. [User links said form.]

[pm] Hello Kelly Brooks, my name's Cleo Fiedler. When in the next couple of weeks? Is this a surprise visit, or can we schedule something? I have filled in your form! It seems your system combined my two businesses (Echo and Everlasting Garden) into one. They are separate, though, despite being on the same street. Computers, hm? Untrustworthy, as always.

[pm] Nice to meet you, ma'am. Just before we go any further, I want to let you know this conversation has to be recorded and preserved for the WRFD records. I'm happy to speak privately, but I also have to keep the folks up top off my case. Seems it came through the form; I'll make a note of it! [...] Can't schedule it, I'm afraid. [...] Also, I should let you know they might be set on separate days, to avoid the appearance of impropriety or favoritism. It's totally random. Hell, they don't even let me pick which places I'm goin'. I just update the business hours and the system spits out an itinerary.

​[pm] Ah, I see. I am sorry to hear you are a cog in a bureaucratic machine. Do what you must.

A random inspection? It is almost like you do not trust me and other business owners to run our shops well. I suppose I will see you soon (a relative term in this case, as I don't know when 'soon' is, much to my chagrin) then. My business hours at Echo do tend to be flexible, though. Around full moons and when I

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