Mall Log Day 7. I'm headed to my car after my fourth shift at the mall. I am exhausted going

undercover has been incredible. Assimilation has become. I have used the informal colloquialisms,

fling, bling, and, relax!

Effortlessly while interacting with a colleague.

And today I was told, by Tiffany, that I seem and I quote,

like I belong here.

This leads me to conclude that the mall warps people's brains and

causes them to become so blinded by their own self-obsession that they think they can

be manipulated into thinking anything.

Even my sweet half.

I feel some pains of remorse and deceiving my best friend,

but I know she will understand.

She will appreciate everything I have done so far has been for the story.

One that will get me a staff writing job and a newspaper as soon as I graduate.

Is aiming for the New York Times too much of a stretch? At this

right? Nothing can stop me.

What the hell is this? A flat tire? It appears the mall has reminded me not to get too comfortable

There are enemies everywhere and one of them has slashed my tire.

Someone is trying to keep me from my work.

Sorry for the wait.

Bobby puked in front of the Chanel counter and I helped Janus clean it up.

He had too much cheese apparently.

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