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“We could rent storage space,”I suggested to Grampa as he discussed what to do about the inventory on the second floor.
It was midday, and I stood behind the cashier counter while he was on the other side, leaning over the list I’d made while brainstorming ideas. Chris wanted to block the stair entrance soon to begin developing the office space on the second floor. We had a few weeks to empty everything out, but they would reorganize the inventory to make room in a few days.
Grampa gave me a look over his reading glasses. “We can rent a small storage unit, but I don’t want to replace the money we’re saving with a new expense. We need to scale to about forty percent of the space we’re using to make room for your coffee shop idea.”
I nibbled on my lip, hating that he was right.
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