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The sleeves of her sweatshit were beginning to get in the way a bit, as it was a tad too large for the girl's frame, and she pulled them up to her elbows so that they wouldn't get in the way when she reached for things. Everything in this shop was covered in dust, and she was constantly having to rub the dust off of the price tags or items to get a better look at them. She sneezed a few times when the amount of dust became too much, causing even more to float up into the air around her.
Addison had her back turned to the door, and didn't notice when the stranger came in. In fact, she was so caught up in her search for the perfect knife that she didn't hear anything at all. She had her hand around the handle of a blade when she felt a touch against her back, a body press against her. She whirled around in shock, knocking a few items off the racks and onto the floor. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, perv?!" She held the knife out between them, pointing it at his chest. "Back off!"
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