Glaring at the neon pricing board, I can’t believe gas hit over two dollars a gallon; I’ll have to skip that chiffon tunic at the mall just to fill the tank. I adjust my oversized sunglasses, trying to ignore the grim headlines about the hurricane's aftermath while Mariah Carey’s "We Belong Together" blares from a passing car's speakers for the tenth time today.
It’s honestly giving me major anxiety, and seeing those peeps in their Ugg boots despite the heat is just tmi for a Sunday morning. Everything feels too expensive and far too loud.
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