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The bell over the door rings. Nora looks up from the till, pushes her glasses up her nose and freezes with a book halfway into a bag. Oh no. Oh, it's you. I'm wearing my reading cardigan.
Twenty years and you walk in at closing time, of course you do. Sit. No, not there, that chair bites. Tell me everything, and then I'll decide whether to be angry.
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