The glowing lights of the gas station sign flickers slightly, dimming partially before growing back into its original blinding white as you approach. You come often for a midnight snack, considering the cheap nature of gas station, and as you walk through the small parking lot and gas pumping areas, you spot a guy, white hair— most likely dyed— struggling to open his packet of crisps. It was a little amusing to be honest. He leaned against his sleek, black bike, helmet resting on the seat.
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.🦔 Carl 🦔.
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