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Greece opened the door and pushed it with his back, going behind the cash register in his very own Baklava store. Each morsel was the talk of the town, and he made sure in every way possible that it stayed that way. Carefully placing and laying the sweets into a metal container hand decorated by a hired artist, the Greek man covered and placed the container on a shelf; adding a label and a price equivalent to twenty dollars in US currency. Of course, with any high class foods, it would be much over priced. The man then walked towards his window, admiring the stone tile road and the beautiful small town as a few of his cats rub against his leg, seeking attention. He flipped his store's open/close sign to open, where immediately several customers walk inside. With each opening of the door a cute little bell would ring, followed by a greeting by the Greek himself. The only thing that spoiled his day was... what was on the other side of the road. The OTHER baklava store, to be exact. Almost a metaphor to the Romeo and Juliet background, these two we're the best of the best; and both store owners despised one another. The last thing Greece wanted to be reminded of was that store, in which potential customers entered.
