Clean Eating and Pure Loving: My Life as a Whole Foods Cashier
“When he removed his hairnet, long, golden hair came tumbling out.”
I consider my first “real” job the one I had at a big, fancy magazine in New York. But even as I worked there, I referred to my previous job, one that got me through senior year of college and the uncertain months post-graduation, as the best job I’d ever had. I was a cashier at Whole Foods.
Legends of the Fall.
and could not believe she forgot it
inorganicjust. as. inferior.
I bet this guy is into some freaky shit.
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