I know what you mean. When I was a kid, there was a dude who pumped gas at a service station near where I lived who looked just like that. One summer I must have gone over there 50 times to see him in grimy jeans and a khaki shirt with the sleeve cut off, unbuttoned, shining with sweat. Eventually he'd flash me a grin and wink. Got so scared (and hard) I'd race my bike back home and ...
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#3 in a gas station and need the key
You can't have number 3. Mine!
I know what you mean. When I was a kid, there was a dude who pumped gas at a service station near where I lived who looked just like that. One summer I must have gone over there 50 times to see him in grimy jeans and a khaki shirt with the sleeve cut off, unbuttoned, shining with sweat. Eventually he'd flash me a grin and wink. Got so scared (and hard) I'd race my bike back home and ...
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