Uma skulked aimlessly around the mall, mulling over her increasingly dim future.
"Is this what's it's come to?" Uma thought, barely making an effort to avoid the throng of mall-goers. "Desperately handing out my resume to kiosks at the mall, like some high school dropout?" Though Uma grimaced, an associate's degree in leadership wasn't much better.
Sighing loudly Uma sat down on a bench and began to vape, eliciting a few stares from passersby. With each puff, the washed-up jocks' frustration grew and grew. "Man whatever happened to me? I used to be a star, a superstar! A three-sport letterman dammit!" She took another drag, "Now I'm about to get kicked out on my ass unless I can convince some mouth-breather to take pity on me...I was supposed to be an Olympian...".
"Ma'am, you can't vape here." A voice called, breaking Uma's doom spiral.
"Hmm?" Uma coughed. "It's a free country."
"Yes, but it's a private mall." The security guard replied, "And more importantly, you are right in front of the Build-A-Bear.
"Alright, I'm leaving, I'm leaving," Uma grunted. As she brushed past the security guard, out of the corner of her eye, Uma found the answer to all of her problems.
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