I saw him again. I only see him, when I have money on my hands. I had a 20. I always walk into a store, hoping he'll be there. He was. I never make it obvious, I visit once in a month or two.The store smells of paper, lots of fresh paper and dust, somehow I can smell a slight scent of cigarettes, or at least something that reminds of tobacco. The lighting is always dim yet so warm. The windows are...