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Nixx apparently owned enough resin supplies to operate a very small, deeply suspicious craft store.
I discovered that the next evening when he carried a plastic storage tote into Benny’s kitchen and started unloading bottles, silicone molds, disposable cups, tiny tools, chains, key rings, and a glass jar filled with dandelion seeds.
I stared at the collection taking over the table. “You’ve been hiding an entire hobby.”
Benny looked up from his laptop on the couch. “Wait until you find out he owns glitter.”
Nixx pointed at him without turning around. “It’s mica powder.”
“That is craft-man glitter.”
I laughed and picked up the jar of seeds.
For months, I had imagined the man behind the black visor finding those little resin gifts somewhere and leaving them for me. Even after learn
