when i was in my youth, i held a job at costco. i worked as a receipt checker with a fabulous team of young adults and mentally challenged elderly folk. although double checking long receipts with a highlighter was rewarding, the best part of my job was a customer named arbit adams. i didn't know much about him, none of us did. i haven't seen arbit in some years, but i still think about him from time to time. and wonder how many prostitutes are dead in his basement.
where are you arbit?
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no, ive never been to prince edward island.
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