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that she did end up making she put toward new equipment: a
tripod, a few lights, a remote for her camera, and an external
hard drive to store all her raw files. Sometimes, with any leftover
money, she’d buy the casino crew coins at the arcade or treat
Dubs and Frankie to take-out. Her first song that hit the two
hundred thousand mark was her Game of Thrones rap where
she wore a crown made of tinfoil. When she saw the number
of hits it received, she ran into Frankie’s room holding out her
phone for him to look, asking, “Does this mean I’m famous?”
“Compared to everyone else in this town. You’re like the
Queen of Juniper Hills.”
Fit laughed. “Like that’s an accomplishment.”
“Shut up,” Frankie said.
Fit went back into her room, dug through the box where
she kept all the tinfoil accessories Frankie made for her, and
found the crown. She placed it on her head, took a selfie, and
posted it with the caption, queeeeen #bowdown.

Back in the apartment feeling suffocated and still riled up
after throwing the ice cream cone against the wall of the Dairy
Queen, Fit went into the living room to ask Dubs if she could
borrow the truck. She found him asleep in his reclining chair,
the eleven o’clock news on the TV. The glow of the screen lit
half his face, casting the other half in shadow. She wished she
hadn’t been so mean to him earlier. One of his shoes lay on
the floor next to the chair and the other hung dangling off his
toes, like he’d fallen asleep smack in middle of kicking it off.
She tiptoed over to him and slipped the shoe off, placed it
quietly on the carpet. She thought about reaching out, gently

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