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For a few weeks M/n as been trying to get a job, but since he didn't fit many commands he was turned down. He sat in a cafe. He wanted to get his mind clear to properly think about where he'd get a job. He finished his meal, and tipped the waitress.
"Thank you sir, come again." She said and started cleaning the table he was at. He nodded in response as he headed outside the damp, and cold air was almost refreshing to him. He then remembered he forgot to ask the pay amount.
He headed down the streets. He put his earbuds in for some music, he then dropped a earbud and quickly picked it up. The earbud was thankfully still okay.
He turned the music on which matched his surroundings. He looked at a antique shop beside him. He mumbled slightly to himself while looking at a small poster in a window of the shop.
'Help needed.'
He then looked to see if it was open and to his luck it was indeed. M/n stuffed his phone into his backpocket and took his earbuds out. He walked into the store.
There was many items as small as a thumbnail to almost as tall as he was. M/n had to dodge a few items, but once he got to the front and to a desk he saw a old man. Grey hair, a wrinkly face. Hell you'd want him to be your grandad.
The man turned his head to M/n then put his reading glasses on. "Why, what may j do for you, young man?" The man asked and took a cal from the desk and slowly with shaking hands out it onto his head. "I'm here about the job offer here." M/n said, felling more comfortable around the old man.
"Ahh... Yes the job is still available." He said then smiled at him. "But you must know how to sew things back up." The man said and in which he showed M/n how to on a shirt.
Once he were done the old man patted his back like a proud father. "Your a fast learner." He said then handed M/n a name tag but to where he could put his name on there himself.
"Come to work tomorrow okay lad?"
The old man said the lead hem both out of the shop and closed it up. "Thank you Mr..?" "Books. Mr.Books." The man said and shook M/n's hand then skipped away a bit.
M/n started to think that he most healthy old person he ever has met.
M/n couldn't help but skip with joy to his own home. He had gotten a job, at least he'd get money to pay for the bills this month.
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РазноеThis one will be as good as good can be. M/n is in need for a job, but he took a job working at a antique store. He didn't know A LOT will happen there.
