Unformatted text preview: it was my friend, not another hungry customer. By then, it was 7:55, and I was counting down the minutes until closing time. Finally, I heard the chirping of the bird clock, which was thoroughly annoying. I ran to the front of the empty store, locked the giant door, printed the Z report on the cash register, and darted to the back door, getting in my car to go home....
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- Fall '06
- Glass, giant glass door, greasy smelling restaurant