There must be no one more sloppy than Bernard, the owner of the bookstore.
Every time I think bread is not tasty, I throw it on the ceiling, so there are several pieces of bread coated with moldy jam on the ceiling all the year round; his bookstore only opens at noon every day and closes at 2:30 in the afternoon. Customers who don’t want to leave Will be swept out by a broom; there are also special summer popsicles-ice the whole bottle of red wine in the freezer, then take it out to break the outside glass, and pinch the iced wine stick with your hands.
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