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for the supermarket I work in. It would
help to keep a closer eye on you.
“YOU OKAY? YOU SEEM
PREOCCUPIED.”
I’m standing at the till, thinking
about Sin. Slobber Rob comes up behind
me. I can smell the stale beer on his
breath, and the gag-worthy stench of his
unwashed uniform. Rob is my mother's
