- S U T T E R -
11.14.16 // 8:34 a.m.
I HISS LOUDLY as I receive another paper cut on my thumb. I suck on the skin to stop the bleeding as I tuck my papers under my arm so I could open the door to the convenience store.
The bell on top of the door rings, signaling my arrival and the cashier's eyes flicker up to mine. He stares for a minute, scowls, then goes back to tapping away on his phone.
I revel in the feeling of the cool air that blast on my face and I wipe the sticky perspiration off of my forehead with the back of my hand. I look around the store before my eyes land on the waters near the back.
I grab a bottle before making my way to the register and setting the stack of papers down on the counter. The cashier eyes them suspiciously and picks one up, examining it closely.
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