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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span> <span class="tag">sawtooth</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">furry</span></p>
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<p>Some folks, they’re just built to jump.</p>
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<p>Sim was quick to jump at any opportunity, you see, because when Sim sees an opportunity, there was no other possible steps for him to take, right? ‘Cause that’s just how Sim works. Sim jumps.</p>
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<p>Sim jumped when there was that convenience store, right? He jumped because the gun was under the seat in that shitty beater and the convenience store had a totally empty parking lot. Hell, it wasn’t just empty, it was nigh on abandoned. Isolated; you know the type? One of those buildings that sits squat by the side of the road and probably a ton of truckers come through there and the clerks are busy from, you know, probably seven to eleven, right, but it’s not big enough to actually be a 7-Eleven, but then the truckers’ clocks run out and they all go pull over at one of the big TransAmericas down the road where they’ve got the showers and the hot meals and the reasonably attractive waitresses in that homey, no-nonsense way.</p>
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<p>See, one of those places, after the day truckers’ clocks run out and before the night truckers come by, there’s these few hours where everything’s quiet and the clerk is just sitting behind that counter, behind that plexiglass or whatever they put up there, and he could call, sure, but he’s far enough away from everything that he was basically told in training to let robbers take everything and trust the cameras to get the plate details.</p>
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<p>Sim was quick to jump at any opportunity, you see, because when Sim sees an opportunity, there was no other possible steps for him to take. ‘Cause that’s just how Sim works. Sim jumps.</p>
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<p>Sim jumped when there was that convenience store. He jumped because the gun was under the seat in that shitty beater and the convenience store had a totally empty parking lot and the lights were on and he couldn’t see the clerk. Hell, it wasn’t just empty, it was nigh on abandoned. Isolated; you know the type? One of those buildings that sits squat by the side of the road and probably a ton of truckers come through there and the clerks are busy from, we suppose, seven to eleven, but it’s not big enough to actually be a 7-Eleven, but then the truckers’ clocks run out and they all go pull over at one of the big TransAmericas down the road where they’ve got the showers and the hot meals and the reasonably attractive waitresses in that homey, no-nonsense way.</p>
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<p>See, one of those places, after the day truckers’ clocks run out and before the night truckers come by, there’s these few hours where everything’s quiet and the clerk is just sitting behind that counter, behind that plexiglass or whatever they put up there, and he could call, sure, but he’s far enough away from everything that he was basically told in training to let robbers take everything and trust the cameras to get the plate details and only then call the cops.</p>
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<p>Sim saw the opportunity, Sim jumped, just how he’s built.</p>
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<p>And where Sim jumped, there was Ursula. Sim was the brains, he’d say, he’d run the plan by Ursula three times whether or not she got it on the first time through, and she was the muscle. Big old bear like here, nothing getting past if she needed to block the door, and if she need to knock heads, Sim said, she would just have to knock some heads.</p>
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<p>But here, this convenience store job, something happened there. Sometimes you just gotta go, you know? You’ve been holding it for until all those truckers’ clocks ran out because you were too busy and the owner was too cheap to hire anyone else, so you had to steal a moment of quiet at eleven thirty or whatever, and you run off to the bathroom out around the back of the building.</p>
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<p>Only this time I guess you forgot to lock the door and forgot to close out the drawer.</p>
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<p>But here, this convenience store job, something had happened there. Sometimes you just gotta go, you know? You’ve been holding it for until all those truckers’ clocks ran out because you were too busy and the owner was too cheap to hire anyone else, so you had to steal a moment of quiet at eleven thirty or whatever, and you run off to the bathroom out around the back of the building.</p>
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<p>Only this time perhaps you forgot to lock the front door and forgot to close out the drawer.</p>
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<p>And this is the time when a ferret and a bear come barrelling down the highway and slip right up to the front of the store all nice like, quiet, no uncouth squealing of tires. The hop out like maybe they got just a quick errand to run, and you figure you’ve got enough time to finish up, but they’re in and out real smooth.</p>
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<p>“Shit, Ursula,” you may hear, that reedy tenor can cut through anything. “How fuckin’ perfect is this? All laid out for us.”</p>
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<p>A mumble, maybe? Someone with him?</p>
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