The apartment smelled of instant noodles and rain slipping through a window that never closed properly. I sat on the bed, sorting my tips into small stacks across the comforter: rent, electricity, groceries.
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The grocery stack was always the smallest. My feet ached inside socks I had worn for twelve straight hours, and at thirty-two, I was still surviving paycheck to paycheck, still feeling as if I were holding my breath beneath water.
The charity dinner came as a last-minute shift: black pants, white shirt, and a tray of champagne glasses balanced along my forearm.
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