on. My 'very generous' father gave me a note-taking like paper with a premade layout already on t

s gonna register in the reviewer's thick skull. I guess that doesn't matter too much in the en

apply for thi

she's from the Kanen ghettos, I'm assuming she just wants her and her family to live, yet I have no intent to care more than what I already do

to an indiscernible expression. She stares

s rather dryly. "Does t

the bush and making stuff up, which is quite the commendable trait. In the end, everyone applies for a job because they need one. Forget all those m

I'll take it. In the meantime, I write on the sheets of paper with notes from every interview, one for each person. I compar

is done." I fin

ays with uneasine

fore bolting through the door. I watch her carefully as she makes a mad dash while I, on the other hand,

before running through the usual tho

t. Being a teenager though, it's only natural for that to be the case. not everyone has a father over-obsessive with anything work-relat

e the door, leaning against the wall not exactly leaving. I wanted to keep moving and i

ay?" I

t her face to see her facial expressions twisted. If I had to guess what exactly she was feeling, I would have said that she look

ce?... Or something?..." I say slowl

laxing her expression and

it, then continued, "You want to hear ano

through her lips, maybe to be fr

rson in the world does, just some more sob-worthy than others. I have no intere

I can l

rds, she was