“We’re closing.” The voice is cold, haughty, and seemingly pissed off. I turn to my right and look down slightly to see an employee in a red polo shirt and beige capris glaring at me. Her arms are folded, and her nails are painted black, though I notice they’re chipped, almost as if she enjoys picking at them. Studying her features, I take note of her dark, faded blue eyes. They could almost be gray. They’re starkly contrasted against the black bangs framing her face, her short hair shining with the stinging brightness of the fluorescent store lights. I enjoy the way her mouth moves as she
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