I’ve walked past this sign a plethora of times by now. The sign reads spaghetti. It is very bright with pinkish red lights. I’ve been intrigued to enter this store front so many times but I’ve been in a rush. But, guess what. I just got fired from my job at McDonalds. Supposedly I was not cheerful enough. Anyway, the point is, I finally have a chance to explore what lays behind the peculiar sign. I enter the building that is the signs abode. I looks quite divine. Nice leather benches line the walls with beautiful wooden tables sitting in front of them. I don’t see anyone. I head into the back of what seems to be a restaurant. Nobody. I see a door which is ajar. I open it with caution. What lies behind the door is quite unexpected. A large table sits in the middle of a dark room. Metal chairs circle around it. Stacks and stacks of money lay on the table. A bulky man is illuminated in the little light. His hand reaches for his belt strap.
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You've walked past this sign for years. One day, it seems to be calling you inside -- and the adventure begins. Tell the story.
You've walked past this sign for years. One day, it seems to be calling you inside -- and the adventure begins. Tell the story.