This was something that occurred years ago. Before I had PTSD, when I was still me. The first job I ever had, was at a gas station. Miserable job, customers are umm. Special. Some are nice, some are jerks. Some are nice but come attached to jerks. Which leads me to the point. This one day I remember this girl came in. She didn t look much older than 18. Really nice, just had that sort of vibe about her. A genuinely nice person. I took her order. I then noticed something that really... The Wrong Thing For The Right Reasons.
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