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Mr. Manicotti

Shop 'til you Drop at the Midnight Market

By Mr. Manicotti

Images by Keith Ivy




Wham!


Something struck the door, wrenching me out of my half sleep.


Wham wham!


I sat up and blinked in the darkness. The pile of toilet paper rolls underneath me provided a decent enough bedding, but now felt lumpy and uncomfortable.


“Brian, are you in there?”


Rodney’s muffled voice called from the other side of the door.


“Brian, if you’re in there, you’d better get up. Chuck’s coming back from break in two minutes and he won’t be happy.”


I staggered to my feet rubbing my eyes. I tripped over the stack of water bottles and finally pulled myself up to the door and opened it.


“Geez, Brian, you look terrible. Another late night?”


I nodded lazily.



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