I've decided to try a serial here, based on the 100 word challenge I did a while back about the cafe girl. I had a lot of feedback and thought to expand. I'll be doing a weekly thing, so stay tuned for posts.

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Stepping over the body in the floor, she tiptoed to the counter. Knowing good and well there was no one left to take the money, she still pulled a five-dollar bill from her pants pocket. She tucked it under a stapler beside the register. With a sad smile, she turned and looked around the room. Glasses were broken, coffee cups everywhere, spattered with blood. The lone server lay under her table. Briefly, she closed her eyes. There was nothing more to do here. The Cleaners would arrive and know what to do. She opened the front door of the café and looked around. The snow stopped falling abruptly. It was as if God himself knew she was peering out and refused to let her witness His beauty, or perhaps even He was frightened of her. Either way, it was no matter. She stepped outside, her lungs suddenly splintering from the cold air that rushed in. Acting more efficiently than a triple espresso, her senses perked and she breathed deep in relief. Awake, finally. She now noticed the streets were empty. The neighboring stores, deserted. Feeling more secure about continuing without another incident, she began the trek back home.

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