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Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Dawgs, Skateboards, and Gas Buckets It was Friday night at Chill n’Fill, out here where the darkness stretched for miles in every direction and our mechanically-winking polar bear served as the only beacon of civilization for truckers, night shift workers, and the occasional lost soul who’d wandered too far from Read more
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Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Entrepreneur, The Wink Warriors, and The Mirror Mystic It was Saturday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was three hours into my shift when Bob’s latest masterpiece caught my attention through the front windows. He’d transformed our one-eyed polar bear mascot into what he called “Business Bear” this Read more
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Dad brought his teenage son to our store for a heart-to-heart about not following dangerous trends just because they’re popular. Kid went from sullen to actually listening when his father said “following trends is just peer pressure with better marketing.” Parenting level: expert 👨👦✨ Read more
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…begin with static—that hum between radio stationswhere your soul lives you are verb.action.becominga living algorithm of choice/mistake/choice againcoded in the language of maybe (parentheses hold your secrets)[brackets frame your fears]{curly braces embrace your contradictions} DNA → RNA → protein → YOUthe biological poetryof existence refusing to rhyme scattered like: bread crumbs coffee stains love Read more
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The Night of the Cryptid Hunter, the Sock Puppeteer, and the Sleep-Deprived Physicist My Friday night shift at Chill n’Fill was off to an even stranger start than usual. The one-eyed polar bear sign outside wasn’t just flickering tonight—it was pulsating in a bizarre rhythm that Bob insisted was “part of our new sensory Read more
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OKAY WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS GAS STATION CALLED CHILL N’ FILL AND THEIR DEMONIC WINKING BEAR MASCOT!!!! 😤😤😤 Chris Henson here, and I’m LOSING MY MIND over this establishment!!! First of all, what kind of name is “CHILL N’ FILL”??? Every time I say it, I feel like I’m Read more
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Late Night Desires, Divine Complexes, and Heated Confessions It was Saturday night at Chill & Fill, and I was feeling distinctly unlike myself. Two weeks without a date, an apartment with broken air conditioning, and the constant disappointment of dating apps had left me in a perpetually aroused state that was becoming increasingly distracting. Read more
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