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