Andrew sat behind the clerk desk of the movie store, comic book sitting in front of him and a sweet tea off to the side. It had been a slow day, he didn’t mind it much. He’d brought Mac to work to him, keeping him pretty good company. He sorted through a few stacks of new DVDs, holding back the ones he was saving for friends and putting the rest on the shelves. He glanced up from the comic book and took a long sip of the tea before returning to his reading.
Andrew held up his hands in surrender, “Whatever you say.” He shook his head. “I don’t wanna send the poor guy into...
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