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    The man flung the door open with a flourish, turning to the girls with a huge, toothy smile.

    “Good morning!” He announced.

    Robin died a bit inside, she had no energy for this today. She fixed her face.

    “Hello, how are you?”

    “Good! I am good,” said this new man, warmly. Robin hadn’t seen him in here before. He was quite a bit taller than her, a few mousy brown curls escaping out under his beanie. Or toque, as the Canadians called them. Which she wasn’t sure this man was, as a thick accent clung to his words spoken so far. He was pale with a smattering of moles around his face, wide blue eyes taking in the offerings of the shop. Maybe European?

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    Bits of Shane and Ilya through the eyes of a tired cashier.

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    22 Mar 2026