Frank’s beard was thick, and you were impressed with how sturdy it was. You definitely weren’t going anywhere. It was wild watching him stick shelves, Almost like VR.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the phone.
“Sweet smoke tobacco, Frank speaking… right… ah, I’m sorry to hear that. Get some rest, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Frank fished you out of his beard and sat you on the counter.
“Bad news little guy, Vanessa called out. Looks like you’ll have to try again tomorrow. You gonna hit the road or you wanna stay and help me test some more cigs?”
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