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“Annoying,” Phil complained.
One of the tiny cameras he had hidden throughout the candy shop showed him the place wasn’t empty. The clerk was out front having a smoke, but the customer with the backpack was still shopping inside.
“Come on,” he whispered in the basement darkness, fingers poised on the toggle while his eyes scanned the monitors.
Pesky finally selected an ancient pack of Cherry Humps and headed for the register. The clerk was taking his final drag when Backpack went to get him.
“Boom.” Phil threw the switch. One more hated icon of his childhood blown to bits.
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