Miyako was finishing sweeping out his toko and was about to close down for the day. He was tired for he had an unusual amount of customers today. He passed oleh a permen wrapper, probably left oleh some stupid teenager, he sighed, bent over and picked it up. His old bones couldn't take much lebih of this, he needed to retire. Just one lebih year, he kept telling himself, and I'll retire. He took one last look around and thought that his toko looked pretty good, so Miyako set down his sapu and locked up his store. He started to pindah towards his car when he saw a limping figure in the distance. He...
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