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A typical shift as an on-campus Starbucks barista

It’s two o’clock in the afternoon on a random Tuesday of winter quarter. I speed walk from my 12 to 2 class near Dexter lawn to the University Union bathroom, where I swap my tank top for my collared, black uniform shirt. Despite washing it only two days ago, the smell of coffee ruminates from its fabric, permanently ingrained in the fibers. I sprayed it with perfume this morning, but it has worn off by now. 

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