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The crisp winter's breeze ruffled the man's hair as he helped unload the freighter. Heaving a sigh, he grabbed the crate with the other man as they relocated it on the pallet. As they finished up, the boss ambled over, signaling for them to approach. Shaking his head, Pierre pulled off his soaked gloves and followed his co-worker to the small run down trailer posing as the office.
"Frank, Pierre, you got a few extra minutes to help the boys over on the east dock?" "Sure." Frank agreed as Pierre nodded. "Good. I want those shipments on time." The bulky man stated before turning to his computer, effectively dismissing his workers. |
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As the two headed over to their task, Pierre flinched in the cold wind, pulling his scarred skin tight as he lifted his arm to protect his face. Frank looked over at the older man, watching him curiously. "What's wrong with you man?" Frank asked his co-worker as Pierre slowly rotated and lowered his arm. "The old shoulder's acting up again, that's all." He commented back. "You should see a doctor about that." Frank advised, getting ready to lift the next crate. "Yea, whatever." Pierre responded, his voice lost in the wind as the two continued their job. |
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