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While receiving my payment, the cashier in the counter said to her colleague, “I’m not afraid to die, I’m just scared of the process.”
Her co-worker replied, “Let’s have a drink tonight and talk about it. It seems my tongue and throat longs for that bitter and burning taste of alcohol!”.
“That sounds like a plan, I’ve haven’t had alcohol for years!” the cashier replied as she hands me my receipt and change.
Without a skip of a heartbeat her co-worker replied, “We just had a bottle of vodka last night! hahaha”.
I went out of the restaurant smirking.
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