Munch Wolf

Flat at a Gas Station, A

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Charles looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. The last customer came by shortly after dinner. That's what I get for working late shift at a fill up station, he thought. He picked up a magazine and started reading. Halfway through the first article the bell rang, signifying a customer. He looked up. Stepping out of a beat up chevy was probably the tallest woman he had ever seen, taller even then him. She had flowing blonde hair that came down to her petite waist, and her short mini-skirt revealed almost all of her shapely legs.

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