You know how teenage boys sometimes deliver newspapers in their neighborhoods because it’s such an easy job? First of all, it's not an easy job. Second of all, I’m not a teenage boy. I’m a woman in my early 20’s, and yes, I competed with teenage boys to keep them out of my paper route. If my paper route was in any normal neighborhood, I wouldn’t be so protective of it, but I belong in this neighborhood. It should be mine, because this is where all the rich people live.
Every day I biked around this place it felt like I was home. I used to belong in a place just like this, before my dad gambled all our money away. I imagined I was biking around in a yellow sundress, until I realised I completely forgot to throw my newspapers on people’s lawns, and then I had to awkwardly bike back to the beginning of the street. It’s not like nobody’s watching either, because all these rich old men love seeing a young woman biking around in front of their homes. I would have complained, but they did give me huge tips.
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