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I forgot to wear a bra today.
I was three hours into my shift at the Coffee Station before I noticed. The last time I left the house without a bra was in the sixth grade. They were all in the laundry, and I figured I could regress for a day. By gym class, I knew I’d never again go braless in public.
And I never did. Until today.
It’s the Fourth of July, sticky and hazy, thunderstorms on the weather report. I jaywalk across Main Street on my way home from work, stepping over spent bang snaps and hard candy tossed from parade floats this morning. The holiday crowds have moved on to barbecues at the lake and raspberry picking while their cousins set off fireworks brought over state lines. I have no festive plans. Just my bed. And that’s fine. Sleep is the only fun thing.
I spot some tiny chocolate bars in a baggie with a real estate agent’s ad on it and lean over to scoop it up. “Don’t judge me,” I whisper to the realtor’s photo as I slide her into my bag. She has a precisely angled bob and strong eyebrows, not a woman who would eat melted gutter chocolate. But our lives have seasons, and at age twenty-seven, I am very much in a season of melted gutter chocolate.
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