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... x inches off the floor as if the ground itself had decided to give him a playful shove from below. He spun around with such exuberant force that his beard whipped through the air in a grand arc, narrowly missing a nearby worker’s face.
His eyes widened, his mouth parted, and for the span of three suspended seconds he regarded me as though I were some kind of ghost chosen to manifest solely for the purpose of disrupting inventory and common sense alike.
Then his expression rearran ...
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