The Social Club
I walked over to my friend Bob’s house on Sunday evening, then knocked on the door. Bob opened it and invited me in.“Hey, Gary, how’s it going? Did you find a job yet?” Bob said.“No, not yet. There’s not much around here,” I said.Bob and I had graduated from high school about a month ago. It was July and hot as hell outside. Since we turned eighteen, we’d been looking for work. I don’t know why we were unable to find anything steady. Bob and I worked at a carwash for a week but quit....
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