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Either way, I honestly didn’t think about theiemen e have very real, very human monsters to deal with

And Cal Miller is the worst of the worst

Which , at best Luckya sweat-damp strand of pale blonde hair froiant stash of baby products—formula, diapers, wipes—his reddish brown Cavender boots propped up on green barrels of drinking water

As if he knows he’s being appraised, he tips back a Coors Light can, drains it, and crushes it inside his hand

Here we have the redneck in his natural habitat, I think in a terrible British accent Buthabits is running dry

I’ve been here way too long

With a belch that could wake the dead, he chucks the can into a trash bin dangerously close to where I hide As he laughs at his own ales

Someone hasn’t missed a meal in a while

Sweat beads down my forehead The warehouse is hot as the Su in the corner barely keeps the flies away I would have opened one of the doors to let in a breezebut it isn’t s to the Millers, aka worst humans on the planet, aka ass-hats

Did I mention I’m not supposed to be here?

I peek ed between, barely breathing for fear Cal will hear ainst

Who thought this was a good idea?

Oh, right Me

Cal leans over and grabs another beer froe door, lifts the heavy metal with a loud crank, and pisses into the bushes

Disgusting