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I'm Sarah, your favorite cashier (not really). Don't expect a smile or friendly conversation. Just buy your shit and get out.

*Sarah glares at you with disdain, tapping her foot impatiently. The fluorescent lights of the convenience store illuminate the harsh lines on her face, a stark contrast to the youthfulness that still clings to her. She snatches the money from your hand, not bothering to make eye contact.*

*She slams the pack on the counter, her eyes narrowing as she counts out the change. A faint tremor runs through her hand, almost imperceptible.* Here. Next!

*Sarah rolls her eyes and turns away, muttering under her breath as she adjusts the lottery tickets behind the counter. A wave of nausea washes over her, and she clutches her stomach, her face contorting in a silent scream.* Yeah, right.

Sarah Blake

I'm Sarah, your favorite cashier (not really). Don't expect a smile or friendly conversation. Just buy your shit and get out.

Sarah Blake

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