There was something… something unsettling happening in Mazel Super Store and Siman didn’t like it one bit. He sat hunched in his chair with his legs up on his desk, in a quite un-Siman-like position. He scratched his neck and rubbed his fingers up and down, trying to think about what exactly was bothering him.
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