Thank you shady gas station for reminding me why I hate to get gas at night alone. Your pump was oh so slow. It's fine. I wanted to spend an extra ten minutes here. Your patrons were oh so shifty. You really make me get back into the swing of living life like I were dying. Or living life like you were going to get murdered at any moment by the dude in the hoody walking slowly towards you.
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