The negativity I was harboring led to nasty results. I ended up dropping two boxes from my handtruck while exiting the store, breaking nearly every bottle.

Damian saw me do it. He said, “Don’t move.”

Paul and Dick came out to help. Damian stayed behind the register.

I felt punched. The broken bottles were my teeth, splattering from my head.

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