the real world
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Sometimes, I hate being called cute. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, though it can be unnerving. It’s this shift in people’s eyes when they meet me: “Oh! You’re cute.” Almost cooing at me, like I’m a doll. I work as a dishwasher on the weekends. It’s a good job. It pays the bills, relatively…
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Again! I lost my wallet again! The fifteenth time this year, Vera says. I worried and fretted all the way to the cafe. Worried and ruminated as I tend to do and she soothed my anxieties, said it’s probably behind something we wouldn’t think to look. We didn’t have time to do a thorough search…
