summer job
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Who Will Claim Us?
I was thinking of my closet at home, guilt twisting my insides as I considered all the things I’d taken without knowing what it was I really wanted.
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Summer Job Diaries
I clutched the uneven wooden arms of my beach chair and felt hopelessly in love with everyone, this assemblage of trash-talking deadbeats who insist they are too old to still work at a snack bar but come back year after…
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The Puzzle Factory
But their eyes, reasonably, come back to me for their startling brilliance, even on drugs, and for their alertness and their knowing.
