I got my naiveté giftwrapped and handed back to me with a beautifully caligraphied message saying, "fuck you", worked my shift, bolstered improbably by a gaggle of customers whose questions I could actually answer competently. My stomach has been producing acid almost non-stop since 11:30 am. My heart practiced the death-toll, beating it's loudest
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hey do you wanna go see a movie sometime this week?
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