The large, perfect Museum has rejected me.
The rejection came in the form of a letter sent through the mail. Quite the throw-back. It was dejecting, but I guess I knew it was coming seeing as it had been two weeks since the initial interview.
It was slim envelope and I had flashbacks to college acceptance time, when the slim envelope would strike fear into the heart of any high school senior.
Except I got into every college I applied to. I'm always a late bloomer.
On another note, I've made a connection with a young Canadian. This could be interesting.
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