When I was twenty-one, I took a job just before Thanksgiving at Bolton's Clothing Store on Broadway. Hour after hour, I walked in and out of the dressing room, picking up heaps of unwanted dresses and rehanging them on racks. Though my shift didn't officially end until six, I grabbed my coat at half past four and told a fellow salesgirls I was leaving."You're going to leave now? she asked in disbelief. "And miss getting your free employee turkey?!"
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