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ragamuffin- a dirty young child wearing torn clothes 
 
 It was just another ordinary day at the convenience store. Yup, nothing... out of order... here... 
 James stood in front of his boss, with a stupid artificial grin of his mouth, with a mouth clamped over another mouth, trying not to let it peep out anything. 
 
 `` James, are you okay?'' asked his boss, suspiciously. 
 
 `` Yup, everything's fine,'' yelped Jason, as casually as he could in this sort of situation, also known as staring at his boss like he was about to go for his neck. `` I'm just real, reeeeaaal happy. That's all.'' 
 
 ``... alright. I would hate to spoil your morality... I'll just stay here and watch the store.'' 
 
 Jason grinned harder and made direct eye contact with his boss, staring deep into his soul. 
 
 `` Um, actually, I'm gon na go,'' blurted Jason's superior. `` Got ta go to the, um, snack aisl- bathroom! Yeah, bathroom. T-tell me if you find... um... never mind.'' 
 
 His boss slowly edged away from him, looking at him with every step, to make sure he does n't pull out a knife or anything. He went around a corner, and was gone. Jason looked around, making sure no one was looking, and then he let go. 
 
 The child he was holding took a large gasp of air, and started crying. Shoot. What was he gon na do now? He did n't know how to take care of a kid. He worked in a convenience store, for God's sake. What was he going to do? 
 
 He left the child there for a quick minute, and looked out the door. Still nobody. No incoming cars, or people, or anything. Just him, and a kid. 
 
 He went back inside and looked at the kid. Jason still could n't really find out much from the child. Looked about 2, maybe 3, even. He could n't really figure out what gender the child was, and he did n't want to check, just in case someone walked in at the exact time he happened to do so. Jail was one thing Jason considered more bottom-of-the-barrel than gas station convenience store worker. 
 
 Well, maybe he could get more info about the kid if he just asked. 2 was around the age that children started speaking, right? Maybe. Jason got the kid's attention. 
 
 `` Um, what's your name?'' 
 
 The kid stared at him, with blinking eyes. 
 
 `` Your name. Name.'' 
 
 With a smile on their face, the kid slowly opened their mouth, and said: 
 `` Jeheeah.'' 
 
 Was that just gibberish, or was it their name? Jason thought about this. Jeheeah was no name any sane parent would give to their child, but then again, who would leave their child splashing around in a dirty toilet in the middle of nowhere? You know what, screw it. There's been no sign of anybody coming to retrieve this kid for hours. Who was gon na care if he gave them the wrong name. 
 
 `` Alright, let's just say your name's... Jessica. How about that?'' 
 
 The kid said nothing. It was good enough for Jason. But before he could say anything else, Jason's boss walked back in the room. 
 
 `` Who are you talking to?'' 
 
 He was listening. Shoot, what should he do? His boss knew quite well that there was no one in this building named Jessica. 
 
 `` Uh... er...'' 
 
 What could he do? He already glared at his boss like a maniac. He could n't go any higher than that. 
 
 `` Well, what is it?'' 
 `` Um...'' 
 `` Just say it!'' 
 `` Fine! Fine!'' 
 
 That's it. He could n't do much else now, could he? He brought the girl out from behind the counter. 
 His boss' eyes went wide open. 
 
 `` My girl!'' 
 
 He ran over to her and scooped her up. James could n't believe it. 
 
 `` Are you serious? That's your daughter?'' 
 `` Of course! I was looking for her earlier.'' 
 `` Why are her clothes so dirty?'' 
 `` Well, where did you find her?'' 
 `` The bathroom.'' 
 `` That explains it.'' 
 
 The girl let out a squeal as her father hugged her close. James' boss nuzzled her head as he walked out of the gas station, leaving James alone.
