MY GIRL ➼ Garrett McNeill

S1, Ep1: PILOT

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S1, Ep1: PILOT

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"The American superstore. One-stop shopping for everything you could ever want or need.
Do you want to be thinner? Fatter? Happier? Sadder? Are you looking for friendship? Or solitude? Or even love?"

"That's actually a cubic zirconia knockoff. It's called PlastiClear." A work employee explains to him, as the customer holds the ring between his fingers.

"What happened to the $8 ones?"

"We're all sold out of those, sorry. But this one's only $2 more."

"I get it. You advertise the cheap jewelry to get the suckers in the door, then you push the expensive stuff."

"Well, I wouldn't use the word 'suckers,' or 'expensive,' or "jewelry."

"Fine." The customer sighs, crossing his arms. "I got to stand in line for cigarettes anyhow."

" Great. I hope you and your fiancée are very happy together And that you don't procreate. Glenn."

"Huh?" The manager says, looking up from a clipboard.

"I'm taking a mental-health break."

"Okay. Have fun now." He says before reverting his eyes back down to the form.
"Reflect!"
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"Just checking over your new hire forms. American citizen, nice."
Dina chuckles, glancing at the man's face.
"No dependents. Me neither, unless you count my birds." She continues, as the man lets out a polite laugh.

"It just doesn't say anywhere on here if you've got a girlfriend."

"I didn't is there a space for that?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"There's this section here: "Is there anything else we should know?" Some people like to volunteer it."

"Oh. Uhm, then also no."

"No?"

"No."
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Okay, well, I will just jot that down, then." She laughs.
"But you are heterosexual, right?"

"Is...are you allowed to ask that?"

"No." She answers, giving a tight-lipped smile.
"Smart. We always keep the best rolls right in the middle." She sighs, holding her work vest in her hand as she walks over to the toilet paper stacks.

"Customers sharing one brain cell again?" Madelyn asks, walking over to Amy.

"When are they not? Oh, could you help Cheyenne over there? She seems to be struggling."

"Sure, no problem Ames." Madelyn smiles as she makes her way over to Chey.

"Heyy, Chey! How's it popping?"

"Hey, Madz. The baby's being a pain in the ass today and I keep dropping stuff, can you get that for me?"

"Sure, no problem."

After about 10 minutes, Cheyenne groans, doubling over.

"You good, Chey? I think you need to get to take five. Here."
Madelyn grabs her hand and they both walk over to Amy, who's now talking with the new employee.

"Hey, can I run out for two minutes? This thing is kicking my bladder like it owes him money." Chey says to Amy, her face scrunched up in pain.

"Yeah, it's bad." Madelyn nods in agreement, still holding onto Cheyenne so that she won't fall.