

I heard myself telling them that I love to help people. I just love it. I can’t get enough. I just love to help and help and help until I can’t help anymore but I will still try. I will listen and listen and listen until all I can hear are the wings of a pigeon beating in my ear. They nodded and smiled as I told them this and they typed little notes into their laptops. A smile is an item for sale and I am selling mine, selling selling selling selling selling. The supply never ends because I am a conscientious and reliable girl in the world.