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One thousand fifty-nine miles to go and I’ll be free. No maps, no voice generated apps on this baby, just a clear path to my final destination, home! I gave it my best shot, all the laughing, complimenting fake personalities dressed in the latest fashion, with their plastic pulled back faces and Botoxed foreheads. I tried to be myself, fit in, but after two months of hemming my own personality in trying to be someone else, I failed. It wasn’t worth it to end up like so many wannabe actors in that world.
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The Bag Lady 
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