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Once worked at a pizza place for a few years with Pat as a manager. He was the most straight-line nicest guy to strangers you would ever meet. No BS about him. Get it done with a smile. No Schadenfreude. No gossip. Nothing. Dependable and giving. I helped him move furniture into a trailer home he'd bought with his girlfriend who was preggo (probably with another man's child). She was on his case like a rivet. Hours and hours of criticizing him right in front of me about everything under the sun. I almost told her to stfu but couldn't. Pat either became a serial killer, offed himself, or is in a psych ward right now I imagine. No other way a man's brain could take that.
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Meanwhile other things are still happening.
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