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The last customer of the day finally left the store and Patrick clicked the lock definitively behind them.
“Oh my god,” David collapsed onto the counter.
“Good or bad?”
“I’m not sure yet,” said David, head still down.
Patrick came over and rubbed his back. “Well at least the new antifatigue mat was a good decision.”
“Mmmhmm”.
“Do you want to come over tonight? There’s a ton of leftover biryani.” Patrick started to clean up.
“Yes, please. Rock paper scissors for who cashes out the till?”
“I don’t mind doing it.”
“Oh thank god. Patty Johnson paid entirely in singles.”