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Mikado took his second trip around the tiny store, looking for nothing in particular. He had a bit of pocket money to waste on snacks from his vigorous efforts to save. It was nice to be able to treat yourself... His eyes followed the gleaming silver racks of the store... He had no idea what store he even walked into.
Before he could walk out of wherever he was, he caught a group of people talking among themselves. He knew well it was very rude to eavesdrop, but hos ears perked at the garbled mumbled of the rustling group. They sounded excited, and he couldn't help but hear the conversation. All there was in the walls of the tiny shop were mouthless merchandise.
He waited quietly by the door for the group to finish.
