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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/11/2017 4:34:15 AM
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[i]Dusk awakes, rubbing is head and groaning, sitting up. Seemingly unaware he was in a -blam!-ing garbage truck. He finally jumps out, stumbling around before looking at Trashcan Jesus. [/i]
"Who the-ugh...-who the -blam!- are you?"
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[i]The man spoke like someone who had smoked for forty years, his voice gravelly and generally abrasive.[/i] "I'm Trashcan Jesus, punk. What the f*ck are you doin' in my truck?" [i]He asked, looking at Dusk unamused.[/i]
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[i]He rubs his head. He glances back, shrugging. [/i] "I have no idea. Oh well, I'm here now."
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"Cool. Then help me load it up." [i]He said, moving to begin throwing bags into the back of his truck.[/i]
