When I first met Mercury Wells he was working at a Cinnabar in the mall. He hated it there. He had plans, big plans. But at the time, he worked at a franchise shop in the mall. He sold Radium sodas to bubble-gum brained teenage girls and he hated it, hated himself for being there.
I told him, as we stood
in the parking lot behind the mall for a smoke break, that his dreams were too
big for him to stick around here. “ You've got to get out, man,” I told him. “ You've got to go do things…”
So I guess you can blame me. It’s my fault. If I hadn't encouraged him Mercury Wells might have remained a frustrated mall franchise clerk in an ill-fitting apron and a paper hat. I am sorry. If I had known the evil that he would do, I would have kept my big mouth shut.
So I guess you can blame me. It’s my fault. If I hadn't encouraged him Mercury Wells might have remained a frustrated mall franchise clerk in an ill-fitting apron and a paper hat. I am sorry. If I had known the evil that he would do, I would have kept my big mouth shut.
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