Gabriel set the pickles back on the shelf, but didn't look at the girl. He figured it might go this way. At least he was semi-prepared for it. He moved away from the shelf, now standing in the middle of the isle, and set down his frames. He did want food, but could get it somewhere else. He just wanted something that wasn't already growing mold. 

Gabriel raised his hands and waited for the rest of the people in the store to come. He wondered how many there were. [i]Can't be more than ten.[/i]

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