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"Have a nice day," the woman behind the desk says after I grab my things. It's weird that she's flirting with me when she's supposed to take her job seriously, but either way, I reward her with a smile, and her face immediately turns red. She would be up if I asked for her phone number; you can read from her body language that she gives the impression of an unsatisfied wife. She's desperate. It's amusing. I hope she gets someone who will rescue her.
"Dude, what don't you have?" Garrett exclaims, jogging over to me along with Layton as I step into the fresh air and heated sun.
"A jail experience added to your resume," Layton hails, and they all stop in their tracks, raising both hands and moving them up and down in salutations.
I wouldn't like to slay their joy, but this isn't m
