So, 12 years ago I worked at a flower shop whose owner was very old.
As such, she didn't know what my costume was.
This meant I got to knock on door with a can that was topped with a plastic finger and smile and tell people I'd brought them flowers.

Also, I was so fucking poor, which meant I was so fucking thin.

I hate you, 1995 me.


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