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Chapter Thirty Six | What's The Difference Between Hypocrisy And Remorse?
❋ Erin ❋
“Yes mama! I lock up shop every night. Don’t worry so much.”
“You know I ALWAYS worry, you patient girl.” My Italian bred mother, Kritzia, sighed dramatically over the phone as I was picking up my bedroom. It was late, and I just wanted to snuggle in bed with a good romantic comedy after the long day I had. Among the most enjoyable activities that went down during my shift were bitchy customers, running out of our specialty coffee flavor three hours before closing, and two call outs.
Ugh, I need a new job like nobody’s business but I’d never leave. They took good care of me all things considered.
“Hmmhmmm, I do.” Throwing my dirty uniform in the hamper, I slipped into a white spaghetti strap top and some grey joggers. “If worrying were a sport, you’d be headed for the big times ma.”
I grew up with an overbearing Tuscan mother and a military father from Amherst, New Hampshire. We moved around a ton thanks to The Marine Corps,
OohlasophieOnly four chapters of the book left! (Of course there will be a Epilogue and Authors Note too.) Things are coming to an end, and the last four installments will get a bit rough. Read at your own discretion, and thanks as always for supporting me!
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