Bubblegum v Flossy Part ISince no publicity is bad publicity, and since Claire Eleanor Huffnagel was always willing to help out, this Saturday morning she was at one of the city's largest local flea markets. The term flea market was a misnomer; had been for years. It had grown into a venue large enough that some big vendors even showed up from time to time. Vendors like Huffnagel candies, for example. They weren't a multinational conglomerate, Bubblegum thought, but they were big enough she supposed.
'How often do you come here?' Chizuru asked.
The rokurokubi had stretched her neck out and was looking at a seller of bootleg DVDs across the way. A corner of her mout