Miyako was finishing sweeping out his shop and was about to close down for the day. He was tired for he had an unusual amount of customers today. He passed by a candy wrapper, probably left by some stupid teenager, he sighed, bent over and picked it up. His old bones couldn't take much more of this, he needed to retire. Just one more year, he kept telling himself, and I'll retire. He took one last look around and thought that his shop looked pretty good, so Miyako set down his broom and locked up his store. He started to move towards his car when he saw a limping figure in the distance. He...
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