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Sal couldn’t believe what an absolute nut job the new owner of A.Z. Fell and Co was. For a remarkably well known book store (though it never did sell any- weird), the guy who ran it had mysteriously disappeared and was replaced by another person who, quite frankly, didn’t know what they were doing. Every week, Sal would peek into the book store out of sheer curiosity because once in a while, a disheveled lanky dude wearing sunglasses in broad daylight would stumble in and… have a breakdown? Poor bloke. After their work shift on a rather pleasant Monday, Sal crossed the street and peered over the scuffed maroon window sill. The doors burst open and a tall dark figure sashayed into the store. Jeez, he’s still going at it huh? It’s been what. A month already? I know you loved the previous owner but show some class! However, Sal felt a bit bad for snooping so often and decided to actually enter the place. Holy shit this place is FANCY. How rich was this dude? Is that a CHANDELIER???? Sal never felt more out of place, however the sobbing pile of limbs being consoled in the corner probably felt worse.