I Am Made Up Of Everyone I’ve Ever Known

When you pick up bits of everyone else, who are you really?

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In the summers between my years at University, I worked in a warehouse. This was pre-Amazon-hell-warehouse days and honestly, it was a decent place to work. The work was basic, I either walked the long, dark, concrete aisles picking shoes and golf wear, or I stood in the same spot for eight hours…