I asked that girl at that one business I patronize if she knew a girl named (girl's name), and she said, no. I asked the girl whom I thought looked like that former cashier's sister. The "sister" might have lied to me. I don't know. It wasn't very painful at all. I got a lot of work done on my latest comic book this weekend in the run-up to this encounter with this "sister," so I must not have been too anxious about my "plans." If that "sister" did lie to me, boy we may have us some more of that cat and mouse bullshit in the pipeline. These types can play that shit all day and night, and the next day, and the next, until the fucking cows come home. Still, not what I'd call a traumatic experience, asking the "sister" about that former cashier.
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