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carved from old concrete. Thick arms. Permanent scowl. Voice like gravel.
“You ever carried three plates at once?” he asked.
“No.”
“You got ten minutes to learn.”
That was my interview.
Oddly enough, it became the closest thing I ever had to stability.
Joe barked constantly, but at the end of long shifts he shoved burgers toward me and growled, “Eat before continue reading …
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