In the center of the grand and spacious main hall, a huge bonfire roared. On either side were walls lined with what looked like Sith holocrons. Darth Talon turned back to him and smiled proudly. The very first Sith Lord built this place millennia ago. From his anger, he built an empire that lasted for thousands of years.
Only it wouldn't scan at the check-out, so the managerial idiot-on-duty farted about for the better part of half an hour, then decided they couldn't sell it. I saw him, with my own eyes, write my cellphone number on a post-it note and stick it to the pack itself, with a promise to call me the moment they'd sorted themselves out. Did he call me? Did he bollocks. Two days later I checked in, and they'd just ditched the number, put the pack back on the shelf, and sold it.
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