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He rubbed his eyes, and got out of the car. He zipped up his jacket and stuck his hands in the pockets as he walked up to the store in the frigid night air. He pulled at the handle, but the door wouldn't open. He struggled with it awhile longer before realizing that the door required a push. He chuckled to himself and entered the store. All convenient stores looked the same, with everything in the exact same spot. He walked by the discount movies, right by the ATM machine, past the packaged nuts and sunflower seeds, and got a soda out of the fridge that's always in the back. He walked up to the counter and requested twenty dollars worth of gas on pump five. Just enough to get him where he was going. After paying for the gas and the drink, he walked back to the car, and started fueling it. It was surprisingly cold for an East Texas town in mid September. His face was growing numb from the chilly wind, so he pulled his collar up and hood over his head and waited for his twenty dollars to finish inputting gasoline into his
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This note was uploaded on 12/01/2011 for the course LITERATURE 101 taught by Professor Corlin during the Spring '11 term at University of Houston - Downtown.

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