Welcome to Millar Avenue, where phone calls travel at light speed, sandwiches achieve enlightenment, and one sentinel silently watches humanity unfold. This object has seen things. Lunch rushes. Parking decisions. Existential crises resolved with deli meat.
Nearby, health products promise longevity, restaurants promise happiness, and cured meats promise both—yet this stoic presence remains unmoved, with quiet authority like a librarian who knows your browser history.
Search with dignity. Behave like a normal person. Pretend you absolutely belong here. No tools, no force, no interpretive dance.
Sign the log, tip your hat to modern civilization, and depart before the sentinel and the Millar Avenue commuters finish judging you.
Remember: you weren’t here—you were merely passing through.
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