Alicia stood at the bus stop, counting the change in her pocket to make sure she had exact. It was either take the bus and skip lunch; or walk to work, be late, but be able to afford a cheap burger at noon. Her run-away-from-college-to San-Francisco adventure was going downhill. The ill-paying job as an elf in the Santa Claus section of the Emporium department store had been forcing certain of life’s unpleasant realities on her. She realized she didn’t know how to cook (and only owned two pans), had no friends to speak of, was scared to drive the Honda 150 cc motorcycle she’d spent her thin savings on (hoping to turn her life into a cool adventure), and didn’t know what to do with herself on the weekends when she could barely afford to eat. Her two room apartment was empty except for one folding chair, a sleeping bag, and a table made out of a cardboard shipping box. How was this all going to turn out?
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