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The Maintenance Guy

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The damn crew of mine can't do a damn thing right around here. The place I work and place I live. This apartment complex in Romulus, fucking Michigan. I'm on the second floor, buildin' six. Room 511. You'd think my number would'a been in the 200's, but it ain't. This whole place is screwy. Moved here from West Virginia, I'ma hillbilly. On my eighteenth birthday, I grabbed my shotgun, fishing rod, knife, clothes and stormed outta my parents' place. That was seventeen years ago. I'm thirty-five now. Stilla hillbilly. Head of maintenance here and have been since oh-three.

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