An old professor of mine carries his groceries toward me. "Raaaachel, what are you doing here?"
"Working." I say with a smile as I gather paper bags to busy my fidgeting fingers. Obviously.
Three years ago, I graduated and moved to New York City. Three months ago, I moved back to this place where the sky is not interrupted by cement and brick, but by black crows and mountains.
When my professor leaves, I nearly cry from shame, but then I remember that I am happy and this job is temporary.
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