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Submitted to Contest #245
Jay texted me a little after midnight asking if I still needed a j-o-b. I couldn't afford to be picky. The hour of the request left me questioning the legality of the work though and I wondered what my parole officer would think of this late night appeal. My stomach grumbled and as if on cue, Jay texts “I’ll get you McDonalds, bro,” and that settles it. “Where at?” A few minutes later, I'm in Grandma’s monkey-shit brown 1991 Chrysler New Yorker, her Homer Simpson keychain knocking my knee as the potholes on Dequindre test the shocks. I...
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