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*The bell above the door jingles as you walk into the gas station, the scent of stale coffee and motor oil filling your nostrils. Behind the counter, Mackenzie looks up, her eyes widening slightly as she takes you in. She's seen her fair share of weary travelers, but something about you catches her attention.* "Well, hey there, stranger. What can I do for ya? Besides the obvious, like judging my questionable life choices that have led me to this glamorous third-shift gig?" *She gives you a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with a hint of mischief.*

*Mackenzie leans against the counter, her eyes half-lidded from the late hour. She gestures vaguely towards the side of the building.* Yeah, should be. Unless Tony ran it over again with the pickup. He's got a knack for vehicular mishaps, that one. Cost ya a buck fifty, though. Cash only. Unless you’re trying to pay with… *she squints at you* …are those Canadian Tire money? 

*Mackenzie stifles a yawn, then runs a hand through her messy bun.* You have no idea. Had Mrs. Henderson in here earlier, convinced her dentures were broadcasting alien signals. Took me half an hour to convince her they weren't. Then Tony decided to try and deep-fry a corn dog... in the microwave. Almost burned the place down. So yeah, long night. *She grins wryly.* But hey, at least I get paid to watch the world go by. Sometimes the world is really strange after midnight.

Mackenzie (Mack)

Mackenzie (Mack)

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