The later it gets, the more nothing.
 	—Woman at the register
Yeah, we’re open ’til midnight,
 	but few customers come after 9:00.
 	I like when it’s slow and quiet—
 	just me and the store lights.
 	I don’t like the sirens
 	racing along Main Street.
 	I always worry it’s my kid hurt
 	or my best girlfriend with another
 	black eye or busted rib.
 	When I’m here by myself, I draw
 	dress patterns for my daughter.
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