Arriving at the store, I am filled with an overwhelming joy when I notice that the lights are still on. Quickly, I wrap my fingers around the cold steel as I begin to pull and realize that it is locked. Turning to Brandon, I exclaim loudly, “Shit!” before hearing someone just on the other side of the door.

Seeing an older man in his 60’s or earlier 70’s with white hair and a thin well-kept moustache, I bang on the door in hopes that he will open for us. “Mr., please open.” I beg because I must know the answer tonight or I will go insane thinking about it.

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