He skimmed through all the options at hand. Too many to choose, each is not better nor worse than the others. He must decide, but one choice is all he can afford. Saving this small fortune had not been easy for him. Sweat ran down his brow, he squirmed due to indecisiveness. A man, at least twice his height and thrice his weight, waiting in front of him, smiling, menacing delight in his eyes. This man was obviously a professional and was well known around the neighborhoods. Decision must be made, and fast.

Mister, five scoops of chocolate ice-cream, please.

 

 

 

 

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