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So I turned when I heard the glass doors slide open. Dripping wet, he stood in the door for a minute and let the AC hit him, that broke-ass AC that floods the back room advertisements once a week. It works though. He bought a Gatorade for $1.12. I handed him back three quarters, a dime, and three pennies. In front of the counter, he ripped the plastic cap off. I grinned when he advertisements tried to drink from advertisements the bottle without taking off the foil seal underneath. Dumb fuck. Gatorade is supposed to be this drink for hard core athletes and that type, but who the hell wants to stop and mess with a little piece of foil when they’ve just played football or run a race? But I guess they can pay some fag to take the foil off for them. He was guzzling, and little dribbles of red liquid ran out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. When the bottle was empty, he stopped and gasped for air. Watching it all happen got me thirsty. He looked at me and wiped his forehead with one hand.
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