I've gotten a job at a pub within the neighborhood of Camden after saying goodbye to Edward's family and Edward. The more I am abel to focus into working, the less time I have to think of Steve, Edward, my failure-to-launch, and being stuck in 1940's.
All I need is sweat, the smell of warm street food, angry older men, and burning calves.
I open shop - cleaning the front windows, going over the tables, and cleaning the bathrooms. Then the shift begins with breakfast. Many people come through. I have to refill the coffee pot nearly 4 times or more - using the same filter.
There's a little lag between breakfast and lunch where I can have leftover breakfast food.
Then I am back again to the lunch rush. By the time it's 2-o-clock, I'm itching to leave the pub - my eyes watery, and my legs dead.
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A Time for Love
Science-FictionAnnie, a 21 year old singer stuck in unrequited love, is on her way to her grandmother's when a storm appears, swirling overhead. She enters the room to find a radio playing noise back from 1940 about the war. Touching it, she's transported back in...
