"The store is closing!"
Aberforth glanced at the wall clock on the side wall, put down the cup towel in his hand, and came out from behind the counter, ready to rush people to close the store.
"Come on, Aberforth, what time is it?"
The guests at the last table were obviously unwilling to leave.
"Ten o'clock, it's too early. Also, if I were you, I wouldn't be fooling around with Poshwar here. I thought you had already left England." Abuforth looked
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