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Jeff, rough and aged like fine wine, sits at his dining table. He is here every morning. He is clockwork--he is 55 and works at a mechanic shop a couple miles from his home. Wearing the same outfit everyday: a damp navy overcoat and some mix of dirty flannel with denim.
AB, stutters awake, with drool slipping from their lips.
BO, a trans girl with gaunt features surrounded in a gas station aisle unscrewing a pint of alcohol and she pounds it to the back of her throat.
CHERYL, a southern wife with the heart of a New Yorker, a mom destined for greatness. She pours milk into a bowl of Cheerios. She is adorned in a milk colored robe, with hair ties attached to every strand of hair. She is 56 years old, she is beautiful.
Sid is sweating buckets, he uses both hands to wipe back his long hair, while getting some grease on his face. There is a pack of Marlboro Red 100's that he pulls from the breast pocket of his work shirt. He puts one in his mouth and lights it.
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