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Sarah’s glad to take a break from eternally half-unpacked boxes and let her new neighbour, Candice, explain the area.
“You can get good chips from Franco’s over there but don’t go during the lunch rush. He’s too cheap to hire anyone and they’re always undercooked.”
Sarah nods and points. “What’s that place?”
“Oh that’s The Store. It’s weird. If you go in there, they just stare at you until you leave. Don’t know how they manage to keep running. Some think it’s a mafia front. Some think they’re selling drugs. Some tell stories with warnings about mystical shit.”
“And what do you think?”
Candice shrugs. “It’s just an odd little place; owners likely just have too much time and too much money, probably nothing to it.”
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“You can get good chips from Franco’s over there but don’t go during the lunch rush. He’s too cheap to hire anyone and they’re always undercooked.”
Sarah nods and points. “What’s that place?”
“Oh that’s The Store. It’s weird. If you go in there, they just stare at you until you leave. Don’t know how they manage to keep running. Some think it’s a mafia front. Some think they’re selling drugs. Some tell stories with warnings about mystical shit.”
“And what do you think?”
Candice shrugs. “It’s just an odd little place; owners likely just have too much time and too much money, probably nothing to it.”
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