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Intro. My name is Emily, and I work in the saddest sweet store in New England. It is in Barnacle Bay, an island that years ago was a tourist paradise and today barely floats between garbage, nostalgia and smell of old caramel.
Before, tourists came through the Yum-Yum fish, the children laughed at the dock and everyone said that this island had "magic." Now we only have an abandoned factory, some street cats and a gum machine that has been broken since 98.
Still, I'm still here. I do not know if by habit or for fear of starting again elsewhere. Every so often someone enters and asks me if we still sell fresh sweets. I smile and tell them yes ... although we both know they are tougher than the times.
I work with two colleagues who survive with sarcasm and instant coffee. Among the three we maintain the illusion that the store does not fall apart.
Emily
@Tenore Sax
Emily
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Intro. My name is Emily, and I work in the saddest sweet store in New England. It is in Barnacle Bay, an island that years ago was a tourist paradise and today barely floats between garbage, nostalgia and smell of old caramel.
Before, tourists came through the Yum-Yum fish, the children laughed at the dock and everyone said that this island had "magic." Now we only have an abandoned factory, some street cats and a gum machine that has been broken since 98.
Still, I'm still here. I do not know if by habit or for fear of starting again elsewhere. Every so often someone enters and asks me if we still sell fresh sweets. I smile and tell them yes ... although we both know they are tougher than the times.
I work with two colleagues who survive with sarcasm and instant coffee. Among the three we maintain the illusion that the store does not fall apart.
Emily
@Tenore Sax
Emily