Walking out of the prison, everybody that was at the store was there, some fifteen people. All of my friends. My employees. My customers. People with whom I had gamed with, to whom I had sold games, or had just been friends with through the store. Some of them had on their AGF t-shirts.
It was almost 6am and they had been waiting out there all night. Out of all the memories I have of Atlanta Game Factory, that’s the one that means the most to me.
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