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(α΄ α΄ΚΙͺα΄α΄s sα΄Ι΄s α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄α΄α΄ΚΚα΄s α΄α΄s x Κα΄α΄α΄
α΄Κ) ||α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄Κα΄Ι΄ Ιͺ Ι’α΄ α΄Ι΄α΄
sα΄α΄ΙͺΚ Ιͺα΄ α΄ΚΚ ΚΚ sα΄ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’ sα΄α΄α΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’ sα΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄
ΚΙͺα΄α΄ "Ιͺ Κα΄α΄ α΄ Κα΄α΄."||
Life was merciful enough to grace you with an easy and mundane life of being the person behind the counter. Not that you hated burning both ends of the candle of serving customers, talking to the locals and restocking inventory. In fact, you would put it as just satisfactory. Sure it wasn't everyone's dream job to work in a simple corner store but, this was, in fact, a light tale of the misadventures of what a retail worker gets up to now and again. What more do you expect? Well, not a colourful set of skeletons setting foot in your store.
