to release the snow was more irritable than ever to my cold ears. When I walked into work, the smell of chili dogs and tater tots lingered in my frozen nose. “Desirae, fetch me a gallon of orange juice in the back will ya?!” yelled my supervisor, Dennis, impatiently while stirring a pot of saucy chili.
I praised his command and started work. “I am hungry!”
“Desirae!”
“Can I have this and this and this?” whined the ‘starving’ children.
I finally finished rinsing the bubbly soap off of my…
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