THE GIFT THAT SAYS SO MUCH

Chapter 2

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I'm restocking soda and stifling a yawn when not long afterwards, another guy walks in; not quite as tall as the other one, but just as smokin' hot, even with a bruised and swollen cheek.

He knows exactly what he wants; I watch as he grabs a can of shaving foam and a couple of those men's magazines

Hands them to me without a hint of embarrassment.

The smile he shoots me, it's complicated.

Sad;

Lonely;

Angry;

Frightened;

I don't know what it is.

I wish him Merry Christmas anyway.

The smile wavers as he rushes out of the store.

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