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Posted by Glitch on Dec 9, 2017 17:31:26 GMT -6
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Nov 17, 2018 13:21:04 GMT -6
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It was a busy evening at Spare Strike Lanes. The sound of Christmas parties, crashing pins, and heavy machinery fit perfectly with the crowd and the bright neon lights.
Opposite of the bowling lanes, Glitch was swabbing the tables, softly humming a tune. The whole while, she was mindful of her new uniform. It was her first real job, and she did not want to screw it up. Especially since looking non-human made it tough to get a job, a lesson hammered in deep during her recent search. As usual, she ignored the odd looks she got.
She was nearing the end of her shift when she saw someone enter. They were alone, not lining up for shoe rental nor pizza, just standing around. Red flags, according to management. A person like that might not be there to bowl. The robot girl continued her task, but her eyes did not leave this suspicious individual.
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Glitch :: Archive :: Yellow
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