2″Lazaru was behind the counter at the small store he owned. He was idly twitling a pen in his hand while he watched over the empty isles and tables of the store. Lazaru also hummed a quiet tune he had stuck in his head for days at that point. He was startled enough to drop his pen when the front door bell rung. Lazaru looked up to the door, smiling. Hello!
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