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Smoothly done Damian. Smoothly done.
Also, Happy Birthday to me 😎 I’m 30 now, that means i am officially “Old” and cringe by internet standards, lucky me. Unless I died before this page came out, then, ummm oops sorry it’s February when i scheduled this so uuuuh this is awkward.
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Damian starts to slide in from the left between the wall and the customer's trolley blocking the rest of the way.
He smoothly slides to the right through the gap, a nervous expression plastered across his face and he breathes in the make the gap.
In his error of judgement, he slightly nudges a box of product off of the shelf by his head; he fulbles the falling box, before catching it. He meets the gaze of the other customer, who was watching the awkward manoeuvers of Damian all along. He smiles, bright red from embarrassment and places the box back on the shelf.
The customers chasig him watches on from the other side of the barrade of trolleys of the other two, who are also both as confused. The curly silver haired man shrugs to his friend opposite him.
Damian becomes a blur as he disappears down the aisle now he has passed all the obsticles.
He smoothly slides to the right through the gap, a nervous expression plastered across his face and he breathes in the make the gap.
In his error of judgement, he slightly nudges a box of product off of the shelf by his head; he fulbles the falling box, before catching it. He meets the gaze of the other customer, who was watching the awkward manoeuvers of Damian all along. He smiles, bright red from embarrassment and places the box back on the shelf.
The customers chasig him watches on from the other side of the barrade of trolleys of the other two, who are also both as confused. The curly silver haired man shrugs to his friend opposite him.
Damian becomes a blur as he disappears down the aisle now he has passed all the obsticles.