Johnny pushed Stella back into the storage room and closed the door. “What’s back here that we could use?” he asked as Stella started rummaging through a pile of boxes. “Talk to me, Stel,” he said when she only grunted in response. “There’s those metal shelves,” she pointed above his head, “I know there’s a hatchet around here somewhere… We don’t keep a lot of back-stock so most of the stuff back here’s tools and whatever.” Her voice was shrill and shaky. Johnny went to work immediately tossing stuff off the shelves, sending boxes of unidentifiable junk crashing to the cracked linoleum floor.
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