he pulls open the paned doors and settles his sling-bag down upon the marble counter. taking measures of the surrondings he felt there was no need to do much cleaning, except maybe some touch-ups at those booth-seats.
and here in the morning of the turgid summer he was there. "well", he meandered, "this is where i belong."
and he walked to the glass doors and flipped the plastic sign hung on it.
"yes! we're open for business!"
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