The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",The door was pushed open and a tall man in a black hooded sweatshirt walked into the general store, smiling and greeting Old Jack: "Hey, old Jack.","You're a regular here, aren't you" Heather nodded to Essie. "That must be tough."。