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o budge. I threw my arms up in the air, frustrated, "C'mon. You can't fire me just because I took two days off. T

was the only way for me to pay my bills and pay the rent even

e moon and gets the paycheck anyway. Her? You know she is a lying bitch". I was seething by the end of my monologue. I was not unaware nor ignorant about Mr. Martin

and glowered at me. I tried to rein in my anger and g

y to-" I began but he

k Laura is exclusively fucking you. She is sleeping around with others well. I hope this bookshop goes to the drain. I reall

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ng of hopelessness had long since evaporated in me. Now I survived and found ways to survive . While I

My mind veered back to the bookshop. I liked working there, not because my employer was a ray of sunshine, but I liked the smell of books, taking care of them a

fond of me at all because at times people thought that I was the owner and not him. I would stil

the hubbub of the streets. The bel jingled as I pushed open the glass door. Soft jazz music played in the background. My eyes scanned the place. It was fairly crowded. I took a corner sea

ce pulled me out of my reverie. A girl of not more than 23 smiled

your face tells me you are in need of a large cup of latte and a bagel". Her grin did no

nd went with her sugges

y approval with that, she waltzed away. I did mental math of the money that I would be left with after paying here. Do I

worry about a month's expenditure or the need to save up for later use. My thoughts took the forbidden turn, going back once again to my family

ten face. My heart clenched at the thought. How he had become a superstar and was probabl