Closing Time (《Five. H》)
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"Uhm, sorry but we're closed now..-" Is what I tried to tell him whilst backing away from the glass doors, broom in hand.
Only for the mysterious young boy to give me a shrug in response.
"Bummer. Anyway, mind if I get a coffee?"
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