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Colt 3

JANELLE POV

  Making a name for yourself as an artist is hard work. Being young and trying to be taken serious as an artist is even more challenging. So a second job is a must for me. I have to pay my bills somehow. 

  I throw my painting clothes in my hamper and yank on the green polo that has the most unimaginative motel logo on it. I hate it. I hate the color. I hate the itch of the fabric, and I hate the stiff collar. But I love the paycheck I earn while wearing it. 

Tonight I have the night shift, which is the busiest time at any motel's check-in desk. I straighten my hair and add a dash of makeup just in case my prince charming ever does show up, then I head out. 

  I can't afford a car, so I was extremely particularly when I chose my apartment. I made sure that I was less than five miles away from anything I needed. I'm right next to a Kroger. I live two blocks from the motel I work at. I'm about two miles from the cen

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