Freedom Arms, Friday

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The radio in the shop was on and refused to be turned off no matter how much Alec fiddled with it, which meant that he was stuck listening to an agonizing, unending chain of pop songs, each one more nonsensical than the last.

Because of his low resistance for this sort of thing, his head started pounding by ten o'clock and it was probably not going to stop for the rest of the day.