“I’m talking about this place. This town. If you’re going to stick around for a while, you need a job.” “Oh. Sure. Right.” I stared at her skeptically. “And where am I going to get that?” Staindrop wasn’t exactly the Big Apple of opportunities. It was more…the Small Raisin of unemployment. I knew she was right. I did need a job. I’d just figured that job was going to be selling my internal organs on the black market or being a phone sex operator for old married men. “Let me tell you where you’re not going to get it—this couch.” “I’ll get a job.” I waved her off airily, with confidence I
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