The bruises from Tuesday were gone.
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October 14, later.
Yeah, that truck blowing up, then those two restaurants going up, and another fucking storm. That all did sort of freak me out, and I do have to get up early tomorrow, put in some extra hours on the loading dock. Then I’m on the night shift so I’ll see you in a day or so.
I really do need the money. I told him that.
God, that’s all so lame. I’m just scared. And Mama did say God was trying to get my attention.