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Show 131 alcohol sale after one, and after working there a couple months I'd started selling it to people I liked in these situations. I didn't believe him about the fifty girls, but didn't like him for saying it. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. "Sorry, can't do it." In his eyes it looked for a second like he might try to take the beer and run, but maybe he remembered how heavy the cases were and thought better of it. He tried to argue with me, but I was already listening to the low, Dawn of the Dead hum of the store and thinking and about how I would spend the next five and half hours. After he left I walked into the back area where we stocked the drinks, and drank a stolen beer of my own. Then I walked behind the register and sat down, positioning myself in front of the cigarettes so it would look like I was organizing them to the surveillance camera. I was pretty sure the manager didn't look at the surveillance tape to check up on me, but I wanted to be in the position of doing " something in case he fast-forwarded through it. This was their route: Winding in Blake's mom's Jeep above Seven Peaks water park, parking in an unfinished residential area, exiting into the night and climbing the steep but familiar hill until it veered off into a mysterious cement oasis half-mile up the mountain. Some of that dirt was loose and you had to grab at the sagebrush and dry trees for balance. In my head and on the back of my nightly to-do list I traced those directions, pictured the dark water shining |
