Larmer let him go ten minutes early and acted like it was a two buck an hour raise.
The bus was late because of course the bus was late, it was Detroit. The onset of darkness hadn’t killed the humidity and the heat made the piss stench rise up from under the bench.
When the bus arrived, Crane happily took the far back, stretched his legs out, knowing the…
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