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I waited in line.

Well, that’s not entirely correct. I was the line, being that I was the only one in it.

I waited.

Eventually, the girl noticed me. She looked for all the world like a female version of “Jay” from those Kevin Smith movies. Yet she was cute anyway, as contradictory as that sounds.

Her voice… I wouldn’t call it nasal… let’s just say it sounded like somebody had a firm grip on the bridge of her nose.

“Can I help you?”