Chapter 1
It all started in the desert.
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Joe carried the groceries as he walked to his computer repair shop. Joe's appearance, gait, and aura all pointed to the fact that he was lonely. Sure, the business was going well and his customers came and left all day giving him brief periods of dialog, but he didn't have any real friends or relationships. The shop was not anything at all like working for Jimbo.
Over the year of working at the recycling center, or dump as some called it, Joe and Jimbo had become good friends. Jimbo had a gigantic personality and was very outgoing, often bringing stories on Monday of his weekend conquests. Jimbo was popular, very popular. Important people from the town visited the center often, usually buying something from the warehouse that Joe had recovered and repaired. Jimbo was friendly and Joes best friend, maybe because he too had his quirks. The worst was his constant effort not to touch anything. He wore two pairs of gloves one on top of the other. If he saw something in the pile, he would have Joe go get it and bring it to him, he never went out and rummaged as someone in that business was likely to do. He washed his hands often, and well, he washed his hands with his gloves still on. He would then take them off, wash his hands and put clean gloves on, two pairs. Joe never mentioned the gloves and stuff, and Jimbo never mentioned the odd behavior of Joe. It worked out to a pretty good friendship.
As he reached the store, he unlocked the door and put the groceries on the counter. He then went back to the door and flipped the open and closed sign to show open.
Over the year of working at the recycling center, or dump as some called it, Joe and Jimbo had become good friends. Jimbo had a gigantic personality and was very outgoing, often bringing stories on Monday of his weekend conquests. Jimbo was popular, very popular. Important people from the town visited the center often, usually buying something from the warehouse that Joe had recovered and repaired. Jimbo was friendly and Joes best friend, maybe because he too had his quirks. The worst was his constant effort not to touch anything. He wore two pairs of gloves one on top of the other. If he saw something in the pile, he would have Joe go get it and bring it to him, he never went out and rummaged as someone in that business was likely to do. He washed his hands often, and well, he washed his hands with his gloves still on. He would then take them off, wash his hands and put clean gloves on, two pairs. Joe never mentioned the gloves and stuff, and Jimbo never mentioned the odd behavior of Joe. It worked out to a pretty good friendship.
As he reached the store, he unlocked the door and put the groceries on the counter. He then went back to the door and flipped the open and closed sign to show open.
