Date: November 9th, 2024 9:14 AM
Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Worked a late shift again. The store was empty by closing, except for the hum of the freezers and my own footsteps.
Locked up, stepped outside, and there he was-a guy in a hoodie, leaning against the wall. "Got any cash?" he asked.
I shook my head, told him I didn't carry any.
That's when he hit me. Hard. Right in the jaw. stumbled, my keys clattering to the ground.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled, scrambling to pick them up. He didn't say anything, just walked off into the night like nothing happened.
Got home, looked at my swollen face in the mirror, and whispered, "Yes, friend. This is fine."
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