I leave the house with the computer in my backpack and move to a café, thinking that after all -- despite the difficulties and fears and insecurities -- my life as a 20-something is not too bad. The problem is, things don't usually go the way we hope. And to work in a café, at least for me, means that I can never find the concentration I need to write good enough.
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