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( @punkaxecroc ) He whipped around, more startled by the fact someone had sneaked up on him more so he’d been caught without a shirt.

 “Oh jeez, I’m sorry, I was just- shit, I didn’t think--” He never guessed someone would go out this far. Whoops. Maybe it was time to change where the camp w-

Wait a minute. She looked awfully familiar. High-school graduate in his class? Yeah. Her name was coming back to him.

“Beatrice Santello.” Or something similar, at least. He never talked to her, and if he did, he was probably shrugging her off like he did everyone else in high-school. 

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@cosmicursidae

“How the hell you even make one anyway? I saw a potato explode in the microwave one time, so that prolly ain’t it...”

Steve, you’re an idiot. Baked things go in the oven. You bake a potato in the oven.

“I haven’t even had like potato salad or anything either.”

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@margaretborowskii "No no, and then the guy didn't even notice his wallet was gone until I handed back to him- empty! Hweh heh heh heh heh!" He'd been spending more time with Mae lately and, even surprisingly, had become better friends with her than he'd ever expected. She did the same stupid stuff that he did and even though they still insulted each other, neither of them meant it seriously anymore. "And then he said to me 'eat my ass, Scriggins' but I cut him off and said that only one person was allowed to say that to me, heh heh, and I'm pretty sure you know who that person is you asshat, hweh heh heh." They were being loud and obnoxious and also generally having a good time while attracting the attention of the entire store they were in.

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After another hour, he’s managed to rip and tear a good chunk of it off using his teeth and his arms. Finally he spits it out, and with a very sore but relieved jaw, groans.

“Eff you Gregg, I still did it.”

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"You'd best get that watermelon out of your mouth before someone (probably Casey) finds a sledgehammer and goes Gallagher on your mouth"

“Ah fehkur ow ih ah tur ih, ah cah may ih moo.”

He’s figured out if he turns it, he can make it move. That’s something.

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"You use people to make yourself feel better."

“Only the people I don’t know, hweh…”

It was sad, he knew. But all the young kids and people he didn’t know that came to buy from him were often berated and made fun of. There were a lot of people too. He didn’t make friends. He didn’t even have a lot of friends.

“Cause I ain’t got anything else to make me feel good.”

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@dieancthertime

“Listen kid, I ain’t a general store, I’m a seller. What you see is what I got. What, you want a hairbrush and a ball of yarn while you’re at it too? Hweh heh heh.”

Some people could be so picky. He was a street thief, not a store. Normally he didn’t have too much trouble with people looking for stuff, but this kid was getting on his nerves, trying to barter with him.

“Prices are lower than anything you’d see, so either buy or scram.”

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@litcigarctte

He needed something to sell today, and his brother’s construction crew was running low on supplies, so stealing from them wasn’t an option. He had a buyer who was looking for construction supplies at much cheaper prices than were being offered, and Steve was the man for stuff like that. He had an idea of where he might be able to snag a hammer or a box of screws or something of the sort.

The Ol Pickaxe was a good store with a lot of supplies and, from what he saw, only a few employees. The perfect place to snag some stuff and make some quick cash. Walking in the front door casually with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets, he gave the cashier, another gator about his age, a nice smile.

“Hiya, I’m looking for something. Was wonderin’ if you could help me out.”