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The day started like any other day, oh how I know those days. I know them too well. I live them, every day it seems. I had my shift after 5, as the janitor for a local bar. But tonight I got a silly idea, that if that stupid fat little drunken ginger oaf of a man named Rory, makes a mess in the bathroom again, I would quit my job. It wasn’t long until Rory came roaring in, already shit faced, smiling a stupid smile, his eyes practically winking at me, as if he were telling me, you know what’s coming later don’t ya? And normally, I’d frown, c...
“He looked between us once more and said, It’s either her or me…” “He looked between us… he looked, between us and said… it’s either her or me? …” “What does that even mean? Where is he supposed to be? I suppose they are facing each other or maybe turned askew and looking at him, and he’s staring in between them? Huh? That’s a weird place to be looking. I suppose he could be too incensed to look either of them in the eye… That makes the most sense to me… But who wrote this shit anyway?” Reads some more, “it looks like a terrible play,” throw...
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