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The Mill (part5) Nightshift
Been at the mill for three years now. I have survived but I don't know how. The boss has put aside our rift and asked me to do the graveyard shift. The money is great almost double and maybe just maybe I'll stay out of trouble. First night in i thought piece of cake. By two o clock can't stay awake. Then by two thirty I'm snoring real well. By two forty five foremans giving me hell. Look at my machine oh what a state. I'm now wide awake but now it's to late. The foreman is ranting his face glowing red but all I could think of was my lovely warm bed. The very next evening my boss called me in. He said to me lad what a way to begin. As we walked from the office and into the yard. He said stay in bed longer you won't find it so hard. I went into work and sighed with relief. My boss had been fair and not given me grief.
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The Mill (part5) Nightshift
The Mill (part5) Nightshift
