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Chapter 8

I looked around but he was nowhere in sight. What the hell? Where the hell is he? Just then, I saw a small stool in front of the cash register.

"Hello, would you mind if I borrow this stool for a while?" I asked the woman sitting behind the cash register, kindly. The woman seems like in her mid fifties and had grey hair. She seems petite and she was dressed in a blue faded dress.

"Of course, dear", she answered and smiled warmly at me. She had a gravelly like voice. If I comp

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