She stumbled in from two streets down. They had come for her and she knew she couldn’t be there when they arrived. She fled out the side door as they approached through the front. She scurried across the street and into the corner pub. She planned to fit in there. She walked straight down the pub hall and into the kitchen. She walked straight up to the man at the grill and tapped him on the shoulder. He shrugged her off twice before he caved to her persistence.
“What girl?!” He growled as he whipped his head around and smeared her face with a string of drool from his flopped jowls.
“I’d like a job here, Mr.” she said with a confident chin to the sky…
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