I need to get out of this. How can I get out of this? Of the maddening rush-hour commute to the farthest reaches of the city? Of the alternative: standing behind a counter at a greenhouse, trying to look busy, wiping down the espresso machine for the eighty-five-thousandth time?
I feel that it's socked right in for the rest of the summer. And then I don't know what.
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