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<p>I glanced at the clock on the wall brushing the few stray dark</p><p>strands that escaped my ponytail and sighed in relief. Less than</p><p>two hours left I thought as I wiped the same spot on the counter for</p><p>the third time that night. It was almost four o'clock in the morning</p><p>and we haven't had a single customer since midnight which was</p><p>unusual for a Saturday night. We usually had a constant stream of</p><p>people even on weeknights. I swear I've cleaned this whole restaurant</p><p>from ceiling to Toor.</p>