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Sabrina had shown up to the bake shop to find it empty.

She considered calling Andy, to tell him that the weird kid who barely talked and shuffled around staring at his feet hadn’t shown up that morning and they had nothing to sell. But then Andy would make her close the shop, and she needed the hours.

She wondered briefly if the kid was okay, if she should call… someone. But she didn’t have his number, and he’d always been so rude to her.

She left the light turned off and the closed sign facing outward, propping up her feet and picking up a really old, dusty magazine with Edward Furlong on the cover.

Easy money, she thought.