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I hefted the register preparing to throw it through the glass and make my escape, when i felt Tim tugging at my hoodie, I glanced over my shoulder still holding the register above my head, he was pointing toward the kitchen area of the bodega, behind the register. I put the cash box down, and moved to get a better view of the back room, where i saw, the door. It looked like it lead directly to th…