I go back to work.
I feel excited about my holiday: my stomach feels warm and frothy.
Carmella is on the checkouts.
I wave to her and smile.
I sneak away from the fresh produce to look at the sun cream and travel socks.
My shift ends and I clock out.
On the way home, I pause to look in the window of a travel agent.
The advertisement cards all have cartoon palm trees printed in the corner.
Contrails stretch across the sky from west to east.
The lights are on when I get home.
The smell of baking potatoes greets me as I open the door.
I feel excited about my holiday: my stomach feels warm and frothy.
Carmella is on the checkouts.
I wave to her and smile.
I sneak away from the fresh produce to look at the sun cream and travel socks.
My shift ends and I clock out.
On the way home, I pause to look in the window of a travel agent.
The advertisement cards all have cartoon palm trees printed in the corner.
Contrails stretch across the sky from west to east.
The lights are on when I get home.
The smell of baking potatoes greets me as I open the door.
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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