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I would wake up and test my blood sugar.
I would go to my shift at The Handle Bar, pass out, wake up, do it again.
I would keep pushing to make The Loyal a real band, until I got too tired or broke or both.
If I got lucky, I would find a new, mindless desk job, listening to musicians who were better than me on my commute.
Maybe if things got a little better, I would get a cat or a dog, or maybe if things got a little worse, I would move in with Mom. I would probably be paying off my medical bills and student loans until I had gray hair, or until I gave in and finally went to law school.
And, hey, no fake marriage meant I wasn’t doing anything illegal. Everything was the same. No harm, no foul.
I reached the playground, but I couldn’t bring myself to get into my shitty Subaru just yet. I looked at the swings where I used to pump until I was flying, looping at 180 degrees, positive in my little girl head that any second I would float off the swing and into the sky.
