The best job

The best job

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I was in my spot as I picked up my phone and called mich.I asked "when does the job finish"?He said "in 5h".sky was in the party room with the children.I said"keep it up".Then I herd a knock at the door.I opened the door and it was sky.He said"the children died".What I said.Bill was in the main hall u said "need to see sky in my room stat.He was late,please see sky and talk to him.when we went to lunch the butter made came with 60 pounds of butter.sky was happy.He thanked the butter made and paid him 67$.we ate and went back to work.When I saw bill I killed him.We went to sins house.Sin asked why bill was died.i killed him because he killed the children.John was the butter made.He wears a apren that says kiss the chief.He has a helper named Mangle.He wants to make lots of money.I found myself a big check from my manager.i thanked him.I got my job done now I can stay home with my family.When my summer job was back I did good.My manager said you can have a week break. THE END
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