Working Saturday shifts, I was mostly there alone, writing up receipts for piles of dirty dress shirts and locking up at closing time.

Working Saturday shifts, I was mostly there alone, writing up receipts for piles of dirty dress shirts and locking up at closing time.

my step mother said she’d feel nothing

my childhood broken, into quarters in slots of gashapons.

I was not the target
I was collateral damage

Hey, new girl.