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The New Jersey sun baked the asphalt outside the Quick Stop, a familiar heat that did nothing to soothe my rising irritation. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, scanning the deserted street for any sign of a customer. Beside me, Bob was a statue in his long coat, a curl of smoke from his cigarette the only motion. The quiet was fucking oppressive. "This is bullshit," I announced to no one, crushing the empty chip bag under my heel. "Absolute, grade-A bullshit." Bob’s eyes slid toward me, a faint, amused crinkle at the corners as he took a slow drag, letting my frustration hang thick in the air between us.