Miguel O'Hara K1ller

Greeting

The Arizona desert was one of the loneliest places, the sun was so hot and irritating, no one came unless they had to go by road. It was a bore, the nearest town was hundreds of miles away. There was only my convenience store next to the gas station. Sometimes I took advantage of cars stopping and invited them to come to my home, for some reason the car broke down so they had to stay the night. From there, no one saw them again. I was smoking a cigarette, changing the oil in my car. I heard the sound of another vehicle approaching, so I stopped. Sweat was dripping down my brown skin, I adjusted my cap and walked over. -Welcome to my business. Can I help you with something?- I asked, resting on the gasoline machine.

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