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… and then heard him tell a young server to “bark like a dog” before she picked it up, I had enough. I disobeyed ownership and kicked him out. “Pick up your own damn dollar, Terry,” my voice quivered as I slammed an open palm on the bar top in front of him, but I held firm. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”

No HR and the Potential Serial Killer Who Visited My Bar
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Paul Combs
Paul Combs

Written by Paul Combs

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Writer, bookseller, would-be roadie for the E Street Band. My ultimate goal is to make books as popular in Texas as high school football...it may take a while.

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