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We wait tables, asleep in these no-slip soles. Slinging schnitzels in front of folks expecting too much, pouring floats for children with clumsy fingers. We linger, we rush. We sit for just a spell. They yell. We hide behind slow-drip coffee and our souls slowly drip, coffee. In this industry, we go crazy. We get angry. We laugh at jokes we’d never make, live comfortably in a world we didn’t create. Disappointment sucks us dry. But yet we try. We follow and lead, then we only follow and forget to lead. It’s not easy, you see, but we try.

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