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st. I had broken a valuable item at the convenienc
his voice stern and unforgiving. "This was a very expe
the hot shame rising in her cheeks. "I di
s shouted, his face tu
t the blood rushing to my face, and I knew that I must look li
voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so so
reason why I don't employ minor's, I can't even do anything about
think about this," he added, his voice still harsh. "You're lucky that this could be taken
on my boss's anger that I barely noticed the person who had walked in. B
ed, concerned in his voice. "It seems
pset. "There's been a bit of an accident,
allet and paid for the broken item, then he purchased a few other th
voice still weak but full of gratitud
d at me. "You're welcome
store, leaving me feeling both r
s's outburst, and I couldn't stop thinking about how I had messed up. I felt like a failure, and I didn't k
felt like I was barely holding it together. I thought about my family, and how they were counting on me to be
time at the convenience store, trying to make enough money to help support her and my lazy uncle. We were barely scraping by, and I knew th
ed that I was trembling all over, and I couldn't control it. I tried
ther." This though
ut my father's death. I was only a child, but I reme
orked at the gas station, and he was always so careful. But one day, the
space where he should have filled. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the door opened and a customer walked in. I snapped o
I locked the doors. I was finally alone, and I could take a moment to gather my thoug
e. I felt a knot in my stomach, and I hurriedly walked home. I glanced back, and I saw that he
matter how fast I walked, I felt like I was being followed. My fear
I turned the corner, he was there, waiting for me. He smiled a
nt?" I asked, m
" he replied, his voice low
er my body. "No," I replied, my voice f