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Dear Abby, credited to Kyle, came in man, man, and she own Smith on creepypasta.com.

Dear Abby, we never met before, so this may seem a bit odd, but I feel this is necessary.

My name's Jay for starters. I work the checkout line. It's a grocery store up on 67th Street.

You know, the one with the parking lot that's way too big for the store itself.

Yeah, that one. I'm 24, fairly tall, and have a rather scraggly appearance.

You wouldn't recognize me if I came up to talk to you. I don't have a very memorable face.

I don't really know why I'm telling you all this to be honest, but this isn't the point of me writing you.

I was working late at night yesterday. It was a very average day for the most part. Nothing to

exciting happened, but you'd be surprised how interesting this job can get at times.

I've been reading some book, the guy that worked the corner of the shift before me had left.

Some really crappy murder mystery, chock-full of clichés, incredibly boring, if you ask me.

But it's something to do, I guess. When you showed up though, my whole night changed.

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