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“Still getting straight As and better now that she’s on a new medication”

“Ah, so it’s just life in general getting you down then?”

I’d have aimed a rueful smile his way “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

He would have laughed at that and then gone on to serve another customer There are never many in here Most locals can’t afford marked-up alcohol, whichin the motel next door

I glance over roup of suits that were here when I first walked in There are four of them, as fancy as they come, definitely fro rarified air, not trailer trash

Co our lives would be comical

I’ve bounced froh school Currently, Ias a er doesn’t care He says with tips, it should all break even It doesn’t I can’t co shifts, and if I don’t like it, there’s someone else ready to take my place

These suits probably spend 7 on a cup of coffee every e into the tip jar, pick up their h life like it’s a fairytale

A girl like me has no use for fairytales They won’t keep you warm or clothed or well fed

The guy who’s sitting in the chair facing the bar catches ht enough to give me instant abs

He’s the best-looking one aht away

In their fairytale, he’s the prince There is no one on Earth more princely than him His sharp cheekbones and square, clean-shaven jaw are set off by thick, dark brown hair He’s tan, as if he spends his days outdoors, but that can’t be right because his suit fits his tall, love and his hair is too perfect Which is it? Are you stuck in a boardroos in the woods?

He doesn’t suys would when he notices my unabashed perusal Instead, he raises one dark brow as if to say, Al before This one’s not the prince in the fairytale