My job is in a pretty lousy neighborhood. I have beggars who come in regularly, strange young punks who hang out behind my shop late at night so it's kinda creepy to close and lock up, creeps who walk into my store and talk about magic and whatever- kinda scary. In any event, some dude ran into my store all hyper. Didn't look like a customer so I was thinking "beggar. High." He runs up to my desk and says, "Give me a pencil!" So my mind started racing. [I]I ...
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