How to steal the moon
Jul. 11th, 2006 12:26 pmAnna takes her break in the back behind the kitchen. She tells Vicky to cover her tables for ten and bums a Kool off the dishboy. Slow night. Shit for tips and two hours left in the shift. Her feet ache and she's got a head full of bad math - a slim check minus the rent minus the power minus the heat minus the escalating costs of the bare minimum of living... she shakes it off with a long menthol sigh and leans her head back against the coolness of the brick wall behind her.
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