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He takes the change and goes on his tip toes to lean over the counter and put the coins in the tip jar. "Oh! You're right! Mrs. Clea says he's not allowed to sleep in the office chair, I should hurry!" Jumping to his feet, Martin takes his hat off to her and gives a little bow like he saw on TV, and then plops the newsie on and scurries with his carrier through the crowds and to the door. Once there he stops and turns around to give a cheery wave. "Bye bye! See you later!" Then the smallest regular is out the door and shuffling down the street as fast as he can without spilling anything. Good thing it was close by.