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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
[The Dishwasher] didn't even know himself in these moments. When time practically stopped when the lips of the waitresses stopped making sound. The heavy bags of food trash rash as a feather. The glass after glass of soda pop sucked down to ice. Eves filled with sweat. The steam of the Hobart punching him in the face. The decision to grab a flat tray or a plate tray, just knee-jerk.
And under it all, the shame. A thing worse than guilt. At least with guilt you could ask forgiveness. Not shame, shame lasts forever.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
[The Dishwasher] didn't even know himself in these moments. When time practically stopped when the lips of the waitresses stopped making sound. The heavy bags of food trash rash as a feather. The glass after glass of soda pop sucked down to ice. Eves filled with sweat. The steam of the Hobart punching him in the face. The decision to grab a flat tray or a plate tray, just knee-jerk.
And under it all, the shame. A thing worse than guilt. At least with guilt you could ask forgiveness. Not shame, shame lasts forever.