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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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Back at the studio, we finally fixed the printer. Thank goodness! But then, my colleague, Sarah, spilled coffee all over the designs. I could feel my heart drop. I mean, c’mon! It’s like the universe is against me today. I wanted to scream, but instead, I just laughed. What else could I do?

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