[ she would be late but she ran out of reasons to be an hour before he was due to show up. Jess isn't the only one working, so she hands the keys off and goes to her place to get some shit together. whiskey, mostly. underwear and socks, rolled up. two extra shirts, one warm and one not. and then with the remaining room, more whiskey. the clothes are mostly there to pad the bottles. Jess heads back to the prison but tucks herself into a decrepit storefront off the sanded path, and announces herself by stepping into the dim light illuminating the particles below sparsely scattered, bare bulbs. ]
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