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Sure, maybe camo shorts aren’t the height of fashion, but they’re literally the only shorts I own.

It’s Wednesday, and thank you for spending the morning with me. At least, that’s what they say on the local news. It’s another stupidly humid day, and I’m drinking a coffee while Mal cries at the bottom of the stairs. Yesterday’s shift was decent. It was steady at times, but never reached the point where…

Behold, all the glory of teenage girl poetry. Bask in the glow of its awkwardness.