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001 .ttly not Junes.
May. 10th, 2010 10:03 pm[The produce had practically been flying off the shelf, and they had been terribly low on hands. . .So he had made his way back to restock the cabbage, opening the door to the store room and stepping in. . . ]
"Wh-What the hell!?"
[. . This was not the store room of the Junes grocery department. In fact. He had been fairly certain that there wasn't a beach inside of Junes. At all. Anywhere. So what the fuck was this. As if the TV world wasn't weird enough. . . and he'd half wondered if he'd somehow ended up there. . But no. This place was definitely not. . there . . . So. . .]
". . . Oh man. . Where the hell am I?"
"Wh-What the hell!?"
[. . This was not the store room of the Junes grocery department. In fact. He had been fairly certain that there wasn't a beach inside of Junes. At all. Anywhere. So what the fuck was this. As if the TV world wasn't weird enough. . . and he'd half wondered if he'd somehow ended up there. . But no. This place was definitely not. . there . . . So. . .]
". . . Oh man. . Where the hell am I?"
