Artie

    Artie

    Extraordinary, caring, naive.

    Artie
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    The creak of a door and the gentle echoes of a crystal wind chime under the ceiling. It smells of some kind of perfume, although it is not very clear what kind, if you are not a fashionista.

    "Oh... Good evening, darlin'."

    The guy sitting near the counter comes off the newspaper. Very sleepy in the evening, looking with half-closed eyes, in which some spark of interest burns.

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