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... pt down my back. Fumbling with my aviators, I studied every inch of the place, the aisles chock-full of daily conveniences and the counter just beside the door. There was nothing out of the ordinary, except that the ventilation had made the air a tad stuffy.
The place was empty, a young man who looked just about done with life was reading through some risque magazine behind the counter. When he noticed us, his half-lidded eyes rose from the pages for only the briefest of moments before h ...
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