I was standing behind the counter at the Spirit Shop with Amy. It was like an old country store with hardwood floors and barrels sitting in corners. She walked off to help a customer and a woman walked up with several boxes of wine and liquor. I started to ring her up, but I was slow with the cash register. Then another woman walked up and said she was selling weed from Missouri and Arkansas and wanted to know if we'd be interested. I started to panic as the store became busier and busier and children were running all over the place. A woman said they were hers and she knew they were underage, but that she wouldn't be long.
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