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Welcome to.. this.
"Where are my manners? Saline,  an employee of a dead-end fictional job named 'McDods.' Find us at the side of the road outside of Las Vegas. Don't tell me what to do, you are not my boss other than Dane, and we'll be fine. Now what the hell do you want to order?" Is what I wanted to say to the reader. But, due to my.. supervision, I'll be forced to say this.
"Hello, my name is Saline. I'll be conducting your order and here for any services you'd like. Services of an average restaurant employee, of course. Is there anything you'd like to order today?" And I'd be rewarded by my acting performance that they'd go as far as supporting.. by making a smartass remark and rushing me to put in their order. You'd be dead by sunlight.. Joking! Of course, we don't need any more lawsuits! Have a good evening, *lovely* people.

New chapter each one or two months. If not, then that means something had happened.

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