The clerk opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stepped back away from the counter and bumped into the wall of cigarette cases behind him. “Maybe you should go now.”
Sam folded his arms across his chest, covering the wooden medallion of a wheel. “Don’t you mean, maybe you should go now, sir?”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“Sure, whatever, sir?”
“Just go. We forget the cupcake, man. No charge.”
Sam vaulted over the counter and landed next to the clerk. “You go.”
“You’re crazy, man. Get outta here.”
“Here, we’ll switch clothes.” Sam took off his necklace and yellow shirt.
“What?”
Sam unzipped his pants and tossed them on the floor. “Your clothes. Take them off and put mine on.”
The clerk watched as Sam took off his running shoes and socks.
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