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“Sorry!” Sal says halfheartedly, throwing up a wave over his shoulder without even bothering to stop as he zips into the store at full throttle

Fucking hell

Propping e to my favorite pair of black dress shoes They’re Italian leather, and I researched online for three ht them

There’s a se of a dirty tire track over the toe, but when I reach doith my hand to see how bad it is, it wipes off with no more than a brush of my thumb

Well, at leastshoes are still intact

My current mental state, on the other hand? That’s a whole other story

I know somewhere deep down inside that the state of my shoes, even if they were ruined, is a minor inconvenience, but on top of all the other frustrations of the last few days, and the current, tattered state of le a heavy workload and a cantankerous father, finding out there’s no per is the news I need to keep fro

By the ti ht, and if I had to guess, charging through the store like a wild man

Oh well It’s probably not the worst thing for either of us if we get a little space

Five days of fah for anyone, but for Sal and me? It’s been like the Oly overto work, hurdles over personal space and light usage—and by God, the crumbs the man leaves at the table could feed Joey Chestnut for a year And don’t worry, I’ eater is too

I bla bullshitter if I’ve everrandom details about the world is part of his skill He uses theaps and weave tales, and honestly, as much as it’s the exact opposite of ood he is at it

One tie with a link to a giveaway for a major department store, and all three of us replied to ask if it was a scaled it just in case, unable to take his word for it for fear that it was a scheme he’d concocted to siphon money out of our bank accounts to use on his favorite sports betting website

If that doesn’t paint a picture, I don’t knohat does

I follow the signs toward the phariene and et there

There’s a line of people waiting their turn to get to the counter—ht of my father

Where in the hell did he go?