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12- Something On Your Face
"Oh, now this you would look good in!" Scott pointed out the next store's display. The mannequins were in summer polos and khaki shorts.
"Maybe. Can't wear shorts to work though."
"Well, what do you wear on your days off?"
"I... don't tend to get any days off. There’s a chunk of time that's about a day off, but the only time I have a day where I don't work is when I'm on my heat."
"So that means you worked this morning?'
"Overnight at one and opening at the other, yeah."
"And tomorrow?"
"Afternoon shift."
"Oh." Scott paused. "Every week?"
"Yeah. Thankfully I was able to get a set schedule. I'd never be able to keep track of it otherwise."
They walked on. Scott swung their hands slightly as he mulled over what he just learned. No wonder Rayan always seemed so tired. He do
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