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Weekly Contest #275
“Alright Mr. Simpkins! I’m all finished up for the night! I’ll see you tomorrow!” I toss my apron onto the linen pile next to the dish pit and start to walk toward the door. Everyone’s shoes are gone, except mine and Mr. Simpkins. It feels like he’s always here, and he’s only a manager but I do find myself feeling bad for the guy sometimes. I can only imagine what he feels like is going on through his life right now; balding, divorce and three winey children would always make some poor guy decide to stay a little longer. I finish tying my sh...
Warning: this story contains mental health, suicide, violence and foul language. Saturday, May 1st Today went pretty well. My wife Chelsea and I went to the store today, we made dinner together, and we didn’t have any arguments or anything. I’m starting to have a new outlook on this whole marriage counseling thing. I honestly thought it meant the end of things but maybe this is for the best. Sunday, May 2nd Chelsea thought we should maybe look at adopting a new family member. A dog, which is weird. She’s always been a little skittish aroun...
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