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They told me to do well at school,
so I studied - thought it was cool.
Now I'm six figures in,
student-debt is a sin,
I have a certificate but I feel like a fool.
Meet-cute at the Corner Table
She hurries into the dimly lit coffee shop with a battered laptop pinched between her elbow and side, shedding raindrops from her jacket. Taking her place in line behind an elderly man with a soggy newspaper, she inhales greedily of the familiar air infused with hints of freshly ground coffee and notes of burnt everything bagels.
By Donna Renee3 days ago in Fiction
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