This chick has a paper route. Georgestown, here I come.
I joked to Grant the other day after I had sent the first email inquiring about the routes that I have reverted to job options normally reserved for elementary school aged children. Yesterday, both Jonny and Joey called me a twelve-year-old boy. And I am taking over a route that was left open by, you guessed it, a twelve-year-old boy. Life is cute, and some stereotypes are true.
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