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- >I work at ze local petroleum and food depot.
- >Is good job for high schooler to have, good hours, excuse to excercise trigger discipline, friendly work environment.
- >I am just polishing the frame to great and late owner of Flip’s, Flip; his strong moustache, proper military uniform.
- >I turn on tape machine for good ambience
- >Coюз нepyшимый pecпyблик~
- >Go to counter when two disgusting American whores enter
- >”Hi, Laika! It’s us, your friends, Lacy and Gloom!” Whore waves, Moo-cow shyly hides as if I were to milk her.
- >I wave because it is good to build trust with filthy capitalists.
- >they laugh and giggle as they weave through aisles.
- >”Sorry!” Moo-cow cries as she knocks over display of potato chips with udders.
- >”Is fine.” I say as I trudge over to lift potatoes.
- >Sad potatoes. Wasted to be gobbled by fat Americans, instead of guzzled for Proud Russian domestic abuse...
- >”Sorry!” Whore this time, squeezed soda cup like it was father’s approval.
- >”Fine!” I say walking back to pull out mop.
- >When I emerge, Whore and Moo-Cow have left.
- >Door ring. New customer.
- >”I will be happy to help in just a moment.” Then I walk back behind the counter.
- >”Can I get a pack of Camels?” Little girl with capitalist pig tails say.
- >”Not my job to check.” I shrug. Another day at work.
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