The dry cleaner's was empty when he stepped in the door and the man with(out) the sparkly pajamas was glad. Waiting in lines made him itchy. He clasped a pathetic bunch of dandelions to his chest with both hands. All the stems were broken.
A girl in a well-ironed blouse placed the pajamas on the counter (she remembered them well from the previous afternoon). She looked bored. "Cash or debit please," she said.
The man looked down at the business cards by the register. "Here," he said quietly, pushing the flowers into the teller's palm.
"These are for you."
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