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off. I make a mental note to get some
dye. I touch my hair and smile to myself.
"What's so amusing, weirdo?"
Nancy Evans cuts through my happy
thoughts with her slutty voice. She's
practically leaning over her till, her busty
chest on display in her too-tight uniform.
She wears her hair in a beehive,
reminding me of those sixties’ movies.
She has enough makeup plastered on her
face like cake frosting. She tries too hard.
