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2:17AM, Tuesday [COMPLETED]
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Last published Fri, Jun 14, 2019
The bright artificial lights of the old gas station flickered. The buzzing of the machines was the only sound in the dead silent store, save the light Christmas music coming from the speakers despite the fact that it was April. The scent was thick with gasoline and fake hotdog meat. All-in-all, it was almost a normal night shift for Josh. Almost.
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