Magic Shop, The

It was just an ordinary day in the magic shop. Well it would seem
normal, as I've been working here for eight years and I've only had
eight customers in those eight years. They were shop inspectors that
come yearly. I would have killed myself if it weren't for that sleeping
juice, well really it was only tranquilliser liquid but I like to call
it sleeping juice. I never knew why I didn't have customers, I mean the
prices are low; it's really cool for anyone who like creepy magic for
creepy kids&;#8230; I don't get it. You know what&;#8230; I guess
you don't but I want to get out of this store. I been in here for eight
years with no food, no drink&;#8230; bless those dogs. I grab my
coat and open the door but I can't. "Oh s***, it's locked"