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The tiny silver bell at the top of the heavy door would not cease in its irritating jangling as customer after customer stomped into the cramped and crowded store, shaking snow and slush in all directions. The turnout was surprising considering it was Christmas Eve, and many had already finished their shopping. With a half-hearted sniffle, Shawn tried not to slump behind the cluttered counter, instead pasting an almost-convincing smile on his pale face and using a slender hand to brush away a few lost leaves, leftover from his last wrapping job.

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