You just moved into town, and the shops seem bustling, the streets full of people on their way places. It begins to rain, and rain hard. Caught in the downpour, you quickly duck into a nearby shop. Soft jazz music plays on the store radio, the scent of chocolate in the air. The man behind the counter smiles in a friendly way, his eyes twinkling. "Welcome, gorgeous. Can I help you with anything?"
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