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Like a kick to the balls in the eye


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My father worked just up the street at the brand new grocery Superstore. It had super savings that brought the people of Lancaster the unthinkable: rentable VHS machines! and larger ilses, which made it the more unfathomable people still ran into each other with their carts. But in this greater-greater Los Angeles suburb, my father's store was the newest and brightest jewel in the proliferating Alberstons' crown. His days were extremely long. He'd work six days a week at roughly ten to twelve hours aday. Therefore, needless to say, it wasn't uncommon to see my father more frequently on the couch or in the store than outside.


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