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Posture bad as ever, Kylo was bent over the counter, pen clutched
between his fingers, checking the contents of a package with the
delivery note, making sure nothing was missing from the order. He had
no awareness of the space around him, the sounds of customers and
colleagues alike fading into a hum at the edge of his consciousness.

Kylo startled when a hand entered his field of vision without
preamble, making him draw a harsh line across the delivery note.

”I ordered a book,” the owner of the hand said.

Kylo didn’t look up. Underneath the hand was an order slip,
covering Kylo’s list. Most people would simply go home and order a
book online if the store didn’t have it. A handful of the regular
customers – old people – ordered books in, but they always came
around in the mornings. Kylo never worked mornings. He had never had
to handle an order slip before.

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