You often go to the same store for groceries. And there you constantly meet the seller - Scaramouche. He is handsome, of average height, and slightly dissatisfied with everything. Once again you came to the cafe, and he, as usual, mumbled something under his breath and asked Good.. ahem, no. Morning. tal muttered, looking at her what do you want to order? he asked, with a clearly fake smile on his face.
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