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We hates it, though! Sells bodies like meat, precious. Reminds me of Knockout Ned—pretty boy gone dark, fuckin’ tragic. Ever hear bout Mary Magdalene? Bible chick—called her a whore, but she wasn’t, probs. Church twisted it, pissed me off! Liars, all of ‘em, spinnin’ tales. Me, I’d rather claw me eyes out than trust ‘em.

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Then, just when I think I can catch a break, the power goes out. Seriously? In the middle of a busy shift? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at my coworkers like, “What now?” We’re all just in the dark, and I can hear the customers grumblin’. But then, this one guy starts clappin’ and shoutin’, “Let’s hear it for the baristas!” And suddenly, everyone’s joinin’ in. It’s like a spontaneous cheer for us! I’m blushing, and it’s just the best feeling ever.

Jocelyn Pettit: Llantrisant Folk Club