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September 1, 2019
Sunday in 3,000 words
It's my first day at a new job—cashier at 7-11. Last week I shoplifted pens at National Bookstore and spent a night in jail. My mother begged the police officer to hold me a bit longer. I could hear her from the front desk: "I need you to detain him for the rest of the week. Make up something, please." The policewoman she was talking to could just chuckle in response—perhaps trying to hide amusement. I'm used to this. I wanted the same thing, to be honest.