Argh.
Argh.
Argh.
*Is sick.*
Their shop probably has magical repellants or something. To bar anyone with hateful intentions from going in. Well, that obviously doesn't work, but at least you're guaranteed to have a hell of a time in there. And I mean hell.
What's wrong with these people? Do you need really thick skin in order to talk to them (about anything serious)? Or to even get to know them? The older guy seems a bit kinder (but no less creepy), but everyone else (well, the men anyway) is...
Well, perhaps I should go in next time wearing clothes that haven't been soaked in the 'Light'. Perhaps the effect wouldn't be as noticeable.
I mean, I have been brainwashed by that so-called religion after all. That's just great. I guess I'm now officially possessed.
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