Mason Sat in the lobby of the clothing outlet, and waited patiently for Charlotte to finish changing clothes. He heard a slight creak, and turned to face her, ow dressed in a bluish-grey tee, with arm bands around her elbow. Her hair was let down, and covering her right eye. Her pants were form fitting, and had extra pockets. Cargo pants for girls, he guessed. Mason went up to the counter, to pay for the new clothes. He pulled out the old bag, and emptied half of its contents onto the counter. The cloudy old man took it into his palm and juggled it around. He pulled out his pocket and stuffed...
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