You easily look away from the toy, staring at the cheaply made assortment of Jackalopes and Bigfoot footprint molds. When you glance up, though, the old man is glowering at you through his square glasses.
"What?" you sneer at him.
"Sorry," you sheepishly look back at the swirling disk.
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