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[draculadaymares]

An man grown old and fat before his time came in wearing an arm brace and a too short shirt. I stood behind the counter, hand on my hip, feining impatience, while he counted out nickels and dimes and a few pennies to pay for a candy bar. He comes in every Tuesday. He asked me how my day was, and when I told him that it was fine, I wondered how my

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[vcr_service]

only they did get worse. how tragic.

[draculadaymares]

Who ARE you?