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3705. Eugene Marsh stood behind the gas station counter staring at the tv hanging from the ceiling. The news was on; some report about a missing guy found shriveled and pale and dead in a treetop. Eugene couldn’t tell, he was (admittedly) only half paying attention. The other part of his brain was lost in a daydream of sexy supermodels and a luxurious lifestyle he was sure would only ever be a dream. This was his usual day-to-day routine. Not much else to do when you’re stuck in an empty gas station on the edge of the state border. He’d be lucky if he got a customer any time within the next 3 hours.
By Oshay 4 years ago in Horror
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