A skinny kid in a green apron.
“What’s your social security, hun?”
“…My what? I’m sorry…”
Fran’s frizzy bleach blonde hair smelled like cigarettes. Heavy mascara added to the weight of her bagged eyes. Her gnarled coffee teeth jutted out slightly forming a wicked grin.
“Your social security card? There’s a number on it? You’ll need that to [...]
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