A clean job

He was obviously the ring-leader; he had that unmistakable air of command. The other two scurried about under his directions: the plastic bags swelled up with their booty, the fruit of toil in the wee hours of morning. Finally, the job was done and the three boys lugged the drippy garbage bags down the street.

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2 Responses to A clean job

  1. balchan says:

    You are getting Progressively better at this genre. Bravo .

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