He rolled the magazine and headed briskly toward the counter, his heart racing. The shopkeeper wouldn’t care, he reasoned, grateful of the custom. A lady walked in and immediately recognised him. His uncle’s new girlfriend. He grabbed a local newspaper and cloaked the magazine before engaging in excruciating small talk, beads of sweat conspiring a traitorous confession.
“It’s terrible about those fires.” the woman commented, handling the newspaper for a closer look. He gripped desperately, pulling it back to the point of rudeness. She looked up confused and offended. Better that, he consoled himself as she left, than the other.
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