Clean up the barf.

I decide to clean this mess up. Maybe Jeremy will grow fonder of me, and like he says, the bosses trust him, so I could get a promotion. But for now, let's focus on not getting barf all over my shoes.

Jeremy returns, holding a Big Mac in one hand and a large pop in the other. There's mustard all over his mouth. "Oh, sweety, you did it. Great. Now let me eat in peace. Shoe. Go." I sigh and return to my check stand. Good thing no one noticed I was gone.

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