So this bakery job keeps getting better and better. I often feel like I'm watching myself play out some scene, probably from some delightful eighties feel-good flick set in the lower-east side. I can't believe how hilarious my life is. One year ago I would have been mortified to be working at a bakery under the table, being verbally abused by
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