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Aiden looked up, “…you mean… I’m not…wow.” He had met a few others in his life time, but never that he’d be around a lot. “I would never do that. Ever.”

Charlie nodded a bit. “Well, I’m glad you wouldn’t.” He smiled brightly. “It’s one of the bigger policies in the shop. I want everyone to be comfortable, whether it be clients or employees. If someone disturbs the peace repeatedly, they’re out.”