Dear Simone
The sunrise felt like orange juice this morning. I craved it from McDonald’s. I can’t really drink orange juice because it hurts my stomach.
There’s no doctor today, so I started cleaning the store. Swept and vacuumed. My lower back started to hurt. I started getting flashbacks of when my mom used to clean the apartment building, we first lived in. She always used to tell me; cleaning was also a workout. When I got older and I wanted to go to the gym, she would tell me to just do chores, like her. She always made it look like she was better than me because of that. One more reason to hate her.
Why was she fat then? Eye roll.
Dear Simone 
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