Seth
After a day’s break, Seth’s muscles ached even more when he finished work for the day. He sweated like a pig even on the way to town, and once he and the other workers left the back of the pickup truck, his legs felt even stiffer after sitting down for almost half an hour. Simultaneously hungry and too nauseated to eat, he swept his gaze over the new glass in the windows of the bar. Bullet holes in the outer walls were still there.




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