Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
“Just old vendor catalogs,” Glenn said.
“Look, I’m buried right now.
Leave the sandwiches on the register and I’ll eat them later.”
He smirked and jerked his head toward the front of the store.
“Where’s Mr.
Henderson?” I asked.
“He always picks up his lumber here on Wednesdays.”
“He’s retired,” Glenn said.
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