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Brian had been purposely walking in the alley that separated his burger joint from the vacant building next door every day for a week since he accidentally discovered the vacancy when coming from the parking lot. On this particular day, he stopped and stared. The building could be repurposed. Yes, it was a weather beaten, wooden sided building with age, but it still might have enough life left in it to suit him. He walked to the front. It needed a paint job, badly, but otherwise had a decent base to build from. Brian stuck his face next to the glass, trying to see inside. He could barely make out the fixtures, let alone any details of the condition of the interior, so he took note of the phone number listed on the For Sale sign stuck in the front window. He wanted to see the interio
