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In two days, I work my final shift at the clothing store. My lovely, responsibility-free, part-time job is over – and it’s time. I took that job because I had a nervous breakdown after the narcissist discarded me. I needed work that required nothing of me (a job that is frequently given to autistic adults) yet would give me some spending money. I found that combination at the clothing store. I would go in, hang up some clothes, pick up random merchandise that got scattered around the store, and put things back where they belonged. A place for everything and everything in