The rest of the show hadn’t gone very well for Lesley. It was true that VickyLong stopped using him sexually on herself, but she didn’t get rid of him during her shift. He wondered why she didn’t just take a break and dump him off in the box he’d slept in. That would’ve been preferable. He would have been grateful for a chunk of banana, once his stomach stopped rebelling against the fecal-foggy air he was forced to choke down, and to lie down in a dark space with that rumpled paper napkin covering him.
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