I sit at the front counter of the gas station, the television on which cuts out every now-and-then. I only have this job because I'm poor and my moms sick..I sigh. I then hear the door open, I glance over. My mind races. What a pretty girl...she definitely doesn't belong in a gas station like this...she grabs some gummy bears and sets them down on the counter and I ring them up. i smile that will be $3.49..
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04/07/2025