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Chapter 19
As always, Saturdays at the diner are freaking mental. Somehow the air conditioner was turned off and we were sweating buckets before we realized it. Dashing around in the stifling heat drained my energy faster than usual. I even had to run to the bathroom twice to be sick. After 6 hours at a whip-cracking pace in the overheated, cramped diner -I was well and truly ready to go home. I made a ton in tips but Gods did I earn it. By the end of the shift, I’d started to wonder if maybe I’d come down with some stomach bug. A few hours at home though and I felt perfectly fine. It must have just been the heat. I’ve never been a dig fan of hot summers. I’m one of those ‘thermostat at 72 degrees (22* C) year round’ kind of people. When Tina called after my shift I declined her offer to go out to
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