Dry Land
Dry Land The fluorescent light above the checkout counter buzzed. It had been buzzing for three years, and Maggie O'Brien had stopped hearing it around the first month. Now it was just part of the silence, like the hum of the refrigerators or the distant sound of traffic on High Street. She looked at the clock on the wall. 3:17 AM. She had been on shift since 11 PM. She would be off at 7 AM....
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