Speaking of the diner. Turns out the owner decided to close it down permanently. Couldn’t even give me a reference letter since I worked exactly one hour before walking out. I mean, what was I supposed to do? I wasn’t getting paid to clean up blood and bodies. Maybe I should look into crime scene clean-up. That’s not the kind of job that would require me to talk, right? Because I can’t. I don’t have vocal cords. Yes, yes. I have a tragic backstory that includes an abusive, narcissistic, surgeon stepfather who removed my voice when I was a colicky baby. Don’t worry, I’m not traumatized by it. I
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