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together. Now my parents yell about money, and   I bite into my burger and chew slowly. If I   45
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                     when they aren’t doing that, we are quiet. I walk,   hold a bite in my mouth long enough, it softens
                     wondering if there’s stuffing anywhere in the mall.  into something that feels almost like stuffing.
                        My second Black Friday, our store was   While I eat, a woman drags a television in a box
                     doing pretty well, so there was a commission.   to the table in front of me. She pushes a woman
                     You got something like 2.5 percent of all of your   who is lying facedown in a small puddle of red
                     sales. It was a big deal for us on the floor. That   blood out of the chair. Then she sits down. I
                     was when Wendy was sales lead. Which meant   recognize her from the store. One of her ears
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                     she had the highest sales goals. That year she’d   looks like it’s been mangled by teeth; the other
                     brought in a pie for everybody. I made sure   still has a large gold earring. Her gray scarf is
                     not to eat any of it because I don’t eat anything   gone. But she’s wearing her new coat. When
                     anybody tries to shove down my throat, and   I look at her, she hisses and shows her pointy
                     she couldn’t stop talking about the pie. “We can   white teeth.
                     have Thanksgiving in the store! It’s homemade.”   “It’s okay,” I say. “I helped you.” She looks at
                     Everybody was saying how nice she was, how   me, confused. “Um, SleekPack, coal,” I say in Black
                     thoughtful. Then Wendy and I were the only   Friday, pointing to myself, then back to her. The
                     ones who didn’t have the shits all day.   creases on her face smooth. She relaxes into her seat
                        Who knows what she put in the pie. I made   and rubs her cheek into the faux fur of the hood.
                     it my mission to beat her. And I did. I squashed   “Good haul?” I ask. She nods hard and
                     her. Maybe it was because, thanks to her   pets the face of the television box. “Family still
                     biological warfare, I had shoes, graphic tees,   shopping?” I ask.
                     hats, plus denim to cover while she was stuck   The woman dips her pointer finger into the
                     in PoleFace TM . Maybe it was because winter   blood puddle in front of her.
                     was warm that year. Maybe it was that I’m the   “Forty-two inches, high-def,” she says.
                     greatest goddamn salesman this store has ever   This is the only time they can afford it.  50
                     seen and ever will see. But I squashed her. I’ve   With a red finger she makes a small circle, then
                     been lead ever since. Wendy was gone by New   points two small eyes onto the cardboard box, and
                     Year’s. I put the extra commission money toward   drags a smile beneath the eyes. The blood dries out
                     some controllers for my GameBox.          before she gets all the way across the face.
                        I make it to the food court where the smell   “What?” I ask.
                     of food wafts over the stench of the freshly   “Dead,” she says. “BuyStuy. Trample.”
                     deceased like a muzzle on a rabid dog. There are   “Oh,” I say. “Right.”
                     survivors, champions of the first wave, pulling   “She was weak. He was weak. I am strong,”   55
                     bags stretched to their capacity. Using the last   the woman says as she pets the face on the box.
                     of their energy to haul their newly purchased   It hardly smears at all. “Weak,” she repeats.
                     happiness home. And there are the dead,      “Got it,” I say.
                     everywhere. I get two dollar-menu burgers, a   I finish one burger, then I toss the second
                     small fry, and a drink from BurgerLand. The   to the woman. She catches it, tears the paper
                     man at the cash register has seen so much and   away, and eats gleefully. My phone moves in my
                     had so much caffeine that I have to remind him   pocket and I grab it. I still have fifteen minutes,
                     to take money from me. Even as he takes it, he   but it’s the store.
                     stares forward, past me, looking at nothing. I sit   “We need you!” Richard screams.
                     at one of the white tables in the food court that   “I just left,” I say, getting up and starting to
                     doesn’t have a corpse on it.              walk.
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