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The Fat Cow Complex
It's mid-June. I graduated a few days earlier and here I am sitting nervously on a bench outside Lane Bryant, staring at the gate It's my first job interview ever. I'm nervous as hell. I must have dried my hands fifty times on my dress but they're still sticky with sweat. A woman comes to the front and opens the gate. She asks my name, I tell her. She nods, smiles, shakes my hand, introduces herself as Fran and tells me how cute I look. I beam and thank her. I'm not used to compliments. One of the questions she asks me
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