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Bradley King lived a very simple routine life. It wasn’t anything special or glamorous, but it was enough to keep him content. 

Content. 

That was a word he used a lot these days. 

The young man had woken up at six this morning, brewed a pot of coffee, took his shower, and ate breakfast while watching the news. By the time the clock struck eight, he was in the family garage working on the Hendersons minivan. 

Turnip laid by the door, wagging his tail lazily. His father, John, would be working on replacing the brakes of a 99’ Chevy Silverado. Richard was manning the register as usual, and the old timey radio would be set to the local country station. For Bradley, this was the start to a normal day. 

At nine, Bradley drove to the local bakery in hopes of scoring a blueberry muffin. The morning conversations with Nolan were always a plus, and Bradley was slightly disappointed to see that he wasn’t there this morning. Oh well. It must have been his day off. 

Once Bradley had gotten his muffin, he climbed back into his car and began his drive back to the garage. 

Just another boring start to what was going to be another uneventful day. 

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