Dear Luke,
I got the job at the diner! I am just a waitress, but I am really nervous about going in for the job tomorrow, my first day.
I remember you complaining at your job all the time, but you did work at a shitty fitness place that old fat sweaty people went too. I wouldn't blame you. That place was disgusting.
I remember going in there a couple weeks after you started working there with your mom. We had lunch for you.
It was so gross, an old man started hitting on your mom and you stood there looking miserable. I remember making fun of you.
I hope what you feel isn't what I will be feeling on my first day.
-May
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