He stood looking at the different chocolate bars. Which one did he want?
He couldn't make his mind up. He thought he had it narrowed down to five or six. Maybe he could just get one of each?
Yes, but what about the other ones which he also liked that weren't quite inside the top five or six? And in any case he only had a pound in his pocket.
That would be no problem.
He grabbed one of every single bar of chocolate the shop sold and shoved them in the big front pocket of his jacket.
He headed for the door.
"Excuse me, son." He felt a hand on his shoulder.
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