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"Umm…" He blushed, as he normally did when talking to girls, especially about stuff like this, "Eight…point five."
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"Umm…" He blushed, as he normally did when talking to girls, especially about stuff like this, "Eight…point five."
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George was cleaning the shop after it had just closed down. It had been an incredibly busy day. He sighed as he glanced over to the small shrine he had constructed for Fred.
"Another day," he muttered to himself. And then he heard the door ringing. That was weird. He had closed shop and the lights were dim. Who could be there. He ran over to the door, throwing it open.
"Hi, how can I help you?"