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You stare at the TV, waiting for something good to finally turn on, when your mom walks in the room. "Jordan. You need to find a fucking job and stop living in this hellhouse of yours!" She screams at you. You tense up and scream back. She nears you and smacks you hard in the head. You finally comply and look in the paper for the most fitting job. "Teacher....no," you protested, "janitor...na- AHHAH!" your eyes laid on the prize. "3,000 dollars a month for a cooking job...count me in." You laugh.
