August 25
I am in a small shop that sells material for car and boat covers. There are rolls of the stuff hanging along the walls so the required amount can be trimmed off. It is my first day working there and I am answering the phones. One phone call involves a man asking a lot of questions and us laughing alot. I take a break when the phone call is over.
I go to sit at a table at the front of the shop. Two other people are here, including "_______". He is ranting at me about how much I have rubbed off on him and he is now picking up my habits. He rants in such a way that I think that he is starting to fall for me. As I get up from the table, I consider the idea of changing the nature of our friendship. I walk to some shelves the are near the table - the shop is now a bookstore.
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