Jeff shoved the dirty and chucked them into the wheelbarrow. He wiped his brow twice with the back of his hand before dropping the shovel. It's three weeks since the incident with Jerry and Calvin. He had not seen Felix too and he wouldn't say he missed any of them. Luke had come to see him one or two times. Mostly on weekends when Jeff was off duty. Luke could not come here. Nobody ever ventured this far away from the city. Except those in the Cleaning Faculty of course. They were the ones that did the dirty jobs. They were the ones that get the unwanted trash cleaned up.
Jeff held the wheelbarrow and was push it away when, when the noise at the far end made him pause.
"I got the shove first you sucker." Mark cried.
"No, it's I kept it in my room. You stole it," Dante said.
Mark pushed Dante on the chest, and soon they started exchanging blows and rolling themselves on the floor.
