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The store itself was, kind of small, instead of having all the people in cages, which some stores did, the small mall store only had a wall lined with pictures of slaves, along with a profile next to them. The store since it was small, generally handled ordering slaves, getting the licensing worked out, then giving them to there new owners when they came to collect them. There was a women working the counter, drumming her fingers on the counter, she looked up when Emma came in. "Can I help you?" She asked cheerfully
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