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The sound of faint murmurs can be heard every now and then.
Self debate of what to pick surrounds the mind of the people within the store.
Every now and then, I come across a person standing still with their eyes on the price.
I’m currently inside a thrift store searching for a shirt. I’m not planning to purchase an expensive one.
Rather, just something to compensate for the stain on his shirt. What’s funny is that I brought this upon myself. This isn’t necessary but here I am.
I guess I was just desperate to get out of there utter
