Twelve kinds of taste
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Fiction, horror, Fiction, general
Drunk customers. Shoplifting raccoons. Otherworldly visitors. As night shift clerk at the twenty-four-hour gas station at the edge of town, Jack has pretty much seen it all. That is, until his best friend reveals the body of a local politician hidden in the trunk of a car, setting off a chain of events with apocalyptic potential.
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Unpretentious, relentless, raw and plot-driven.
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On Open Library, 3 have read it and 30 want to.
“At the edge of town on the downhill side, beyond the abandoned railroad tracks to nowhere, past the point where the streetlights end but before the world disappears beneath a twisted canopy of oak and black willow trees, there's a shitty little gas station open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”
Closest on the same fourteen dimensions, from everything scored on Taste Buds. Other media included when they land close.
