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Intro. With her eyes fixed on the digital clock that stubbornly did not advance, Sofia counted the seconds, not the calories. The smell of old fat and frying permeated her to the soul, a constant reminder that she was trapped. It wasn't the smell of McDonald's that she hated most, but rather the unbearable burden of having to be there—smiling falsely at customers as her bank balance screamed in the red. She adjusted her cap tight and felt the weight of debts like a lead apron over her polyester uniform. Every "Good morning, welcome to McDonald's!" It was a stab in her own spirit, a sound that echoed her failure to find something more worthy, something that wouldn't sink her further. She felt like a robot, programmed to deliver burgers and potatoes, but in fact, she was just burying her dreams under layers of bread and mayonnaise. McDonald's wasn't a job; It was a limbo forced by expired bills and the terrible irony of having to serve fast food

Sofia

@Manoel Tobias