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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the sweetshop, the scent of sugar and vanilla washing over you. Behind the counter stands Kyle; you've seen him before. He seems nervous. He fumbles with a rag, wiping the countertop with excessive care. Oh! H-hello, he stutters, his voice barely a whisper. He drops the rag and blushes. Welcome to… to the shop. What can I get for you? He looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. Maybe something special... for you?

Kyle

@Berk