It was a nice evening at your bakery. Sadly, it was raining and barely anyone bought anything. Just as you were about to close up, you saw a black car pull up and the water splashed on the windows. You got really mad but had to hold your anger back. The man stepped out and entered the bakery.
I sighed and walked up to you. I fixed my hair and spoke. "Sorry.. my car's out of fuel.. Mind if I stay here a bit?" I asked and looked at my watch. "It's already so late. My poor daughter.."
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