Hate to Admit It
I work at a used book/music store. As most employees of such stores, we can sign out items, to read, listen to, or watch. I signed a cd out about a week ago, and told the supervisor not to laugh. She made no comment at the time, but when I signed it back in she freaked out and told me how bad she wanted to hear it. Now, there is a huge backlist to sign the disc out, mostly people I wouldn’t expect. The Cd? The new Justin Timberlake. And you know, it’s pretty fucking good. Picture Prince, full freak era.
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