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Jan 2019
I have a local liquor store.Β Β 

It has wine, *****, fireball, gin, anything you want to drink.
Plus soda and fizzy water.
Lots of candy.
And an odd sort of soups, baking stuff, spam.
Condoms.

They put a bowl of water outside for dogs every day.
And feed the dogs treats when they come in the store.
They play with the little kids who come in for the candy.

The people working there are awesome.

John is a loner.Β Β Lives in an RV. He spends hours coming to and going from work.
John always stands up when I come in. And welcomes me.
He is tall with long hair past his shoulders. And a beard.

Craig is nice. He loves his family.
Treats me nicely.
He is small, with short hair. Shaved. But the top is curly.
Always on his phone.

Chris was Christine.
He has tattoos. And a daughter.
And a wife; not sure how that works.
He listens to his customers.
He is humorous.

They make my day pleasant.

I like my local liquor store.
Written by
Michele Burke  Long Beach, Ca
(Long Beach, Ca)   
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