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Three in the afternoon, in a junk-yard is not how I like spending my Sunday afternoons, and today is no different. I was scared shitless! XXX I turned around and saw the same man that formed from the smoke. “ARUGH GE SHIT!” I jumped at least four feet in the air after seeing him. Inside my shack, I’m downing a beer while watching a rodeo. June is the store owner and a kind old lady too, so fighting between employee and employer never was an issue. I work at the local grocery store, working the evening cash register and the graveyard-shift working in the stock room.
