The dapper little man threw his hands up. “You
fancied a coffee. I have two apprentices to chase, orders to do, cloth to buy
and deliveries to make and you fancied a coffee.
Is my shop a café? Do you see a sign outside, saying Shakes snack bar?” Sowerbutt laughed; he
always enjoyed his visits to the tailor’s shop.
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