I walk with my hands in my sweater's pocket and the hood on. As usual the lights go off since its closing time. The smell of the dumpster disturbs me but it will only be for a minute until I reach the door. Normally there's always two or three teenagers smoking nearby but today the space between the bar and the motel is empty.
I've offered him my service since after I graduated. A week before I snuck in with a fake ID and he caught me because I definitely do not look 21, I barely
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