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Earl had road his bike to the Butcher Shop that was a few blocks away from his home. It wasn't cold in the shop nor too hot. The smell in the shop was of raw meat, Not inviting at all. He could see the Butcher slicing beef he planned to put out for sale. Earl walked up to the counter yawning and scratching his head. The Butcher's name was Arnold Kelly and had been running this shop for about 5 years now. Mr. Kelly and Earl's family had always been on good terms. They always paid their tabs on time and were regulars as well since they live in the neighborhood. "Hey Mr. Kelly, How's things been as of late? I haven't seen you in a few months. Family alright?" He said breaking the ice.
Mr. Kelly smiled and continued cutting the beef. "Wonderful Earl, The family is just fine." He replied. "I may not see you much but I see your folks pretty often. You've been busy with that jazz thing of yours, Right?" He asked. "My son really into it. Maybe one day you'll see him performing on stage." He said chuckling. "He's no good honestly, But I'm no fan of it anyway so how would I know."
"Yeah that's my thing, Jazz is my passion. Now in regards to your son, I say your son should follow his dream. If he's terrible or not it's all about the love of music." He responded. "Even he can always improve."
He finished cutting the slices of beef and put them on display behind the display glass. "If you say so Earl. Now let's get to business, How may I help you today?" He asked setting his butcher's knife down and folding his arms.
"My mother needs two pounds of chicken." Earl told him as he pulled the money out of his pocket and set it on the counter.
"Coming right up." He responded as he went to grab some chicken from the back. He quickly returned with the chicken and started cutting it in front of him. This time gave Earl sometime to think. His mind automatically wondered to the other astonishing individuals in Geld. There was a good number of them, All of them pretty dangerous in their own right. He didn't agree with some of their actions honestly, The one's who claim they fight for good that is. He heard about one guy running around dressed as a Samurai slicing and dicing bad guys left and right. Earl knew the men he killed had it coming but who is he to say who lives and die. Murder is just the easy way out, It cowardly honestly. Earl then yawned and rolled his shoulder, He felt a slight pain in it. "Damn, Always something hurting. I feel like some old geezer...No offense Mr. Kelly. He said with a smile as he poked fun at Mr. Kelly's age.
Mr. Kelly chopped the final piece of chicken and dropped it on the scale. "I'm no geezer, Not yet anyway." Mr. Kelly then wrapped up the meat in paper and placed it on the counter. "I gave you a little extra. Tell your mother I said hey." He now had a wide grin on his face that just made his look creepy.
Earl grabbed the meat and put on a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Kelly, I'll make sure to tell her that." He replied lying through his teeth. He wasn't going to tell her but he was at least going to have Mr. Kelly think he was. He walked out of the Butcher shop and into the hot sun. He placed the package of chicken in his basket on his bike and hopped on the bike's seat. He then started to ride back home still tired and now slightly sweaty.
Mr. Kelly smiled and continued cutting the beef. "Wonderful Earl, The family is just fine." He replied. "I may not see you much but I see your folks pretty often. You've been busy with that jazz thing of yours, Right?" He asked. "My son really into it. Maybe one day you'll see him performing on stage." He said chuckling. "He's no good honestly, But I'm no fan of it anyway so how would I know."
"Yeah that's my thing, Jazz is my passion. Now in regards to your son, I say your son should follow his dream. If he's terrible or not it's all about the love of music." He responded. "Even he can always improve."
He finished cutting the slices of beef and put them on display behind the display glass. "If you say so Earl. Now let's get to business, How may I help you today?" He asked setting his butcher's knife down and folding his arms.
"My mother needs two pounds of chicken." Earl told him as he pulled the money out of his pocket and set it on the counter.
"Coming right up." He responded as he went to grab some chicken from the back. He quickly returned with the chicken and started cutting it in front of him. This time gave Earl sometime to think. His mind automatically wondered to the other astonishing individuals in Geld. There was a good number of them, All of them pretty dangerous in their own right. He didn't agree with some of their actions honestly, The one's who claim they fight for good that is. He heard about one guy running around dressed as a Samurai slicing and dicing bad guys left and right. Earl knew the men he killed had it coming but who is he to say who lives and die. Murder is just the easy way out, It cowardly honestly. Earl then yawned and rolled his shoulder, He felt a slight pain in it. "Damn, Always something hurting. I feel like some old geezer...No offense Mr. Kelly. He said with a smile as he poked fun at Mr. Kelly's age.
Mr. Kelly chopped the final piece of chicken and dropped it on the scale. "I'm no geezer, Not yet anyway." Mr. Kelly then wrapped up the meat in paper and placed it on the counter. "I gave you a little extra. Tell your mother I said hey." He now had a wide grin on his face that just made his look creepy.
Earl grabbed the meat and put on a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Kelly, I'll make sure to tell her that." He replied lying through his teeth. He wasn't going to tell her but he was at least going to have Mr. Kelly think he was. He walked out of the Butcher shop and into the hot sun. He placed the package of chicken in his basket on his bike and hopped on the bike's seat. He then started to ride back home still tired and now slightly sweaty.