I walk into Dylan’s candies. Look around the main floor. Go downstairs. Look around. Back up. An older woman bundled in a fur and carrying a purse approaches me:
She: Are you looking for someone?
Me: in fact i am. Do you work here?
She: No.
Me: Can you help me?
She: No. I was just wondering.
Me: may I help you?
She: Where’s the fudge?
Me: Downstairs, take a left, it’s behind the stairway.
She: Thank you. (walks away)
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