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Abigail smiled broadly, running around the counter to see Bill. But she got back up on the stool, glancing at the front door of the store every once in a while, listening for the bell above the door, but keeping most of her attention on Bill and Abigail Go to page. "
"What's a job to him, though, really?"
"Have you ever had a fucking conversation with him, Bob? All he talks about when he's not around his folks is about how he hates being so different