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Crystal Ridge 1
“Johnson, Williams, Martinez,” the foreman’s voice called from down stairs. “Get your asses down here.” He bellowed. “What’s that fuck head want now?” I said under my breath as I closed the paint can and dunked my brush. I went down stairs just in front of Martinez, but no surprise, being the ass kisser that he was, Johnson was already down there looking at me with a “shame on you for taking too long” look on his smug puss. “I got a special job for you guys tomorrow,” the foreman...