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Cumberland Farms

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Cumberland Farms

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Cumberland Farms is a recurring brand in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between August 28, 2025 and August 28, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “it’s overpriced at Cumberland Farms anyways and a bit of a scam”. It most often appears alongside A Horse with No Name, A Night of Male Readings, Amelia.

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  • Category: Brands
  • Mention count: 1
  • Issue count: 1
  • First seen: August 28, 2025
  • Last seen: August 28, 2025

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August 28, 2025 · Original source
WHAT I DID Monday, August 18 Sitting at the dining room table with a breeze coming through the screen door and white hydrangeas all around and I have decided to stay for a while. I may stay here all week. I can control my consciousness. It’s my consciousness after all. Things feel a bit more tentative and also a bit harsh in the glass sort of way, now. In a wood house by the ocean, I become a bit militant about it. I begin the day - hang by my finger tips from a metal road in the forest. Open the fridge in the moonlight and pull out a brita filter, lemons, orange juice. My dad and I drove down here a few days ago. He cooked dinner on the beach and he was proud to only use wood on the grill, no charcoal, it’s overpriced at Cumberland Farms anyways and a bit of a scam. There were other things, too. The dog bit the neighbor. The quaker church burned down. The cycles repeated and I suppose, I used to prefer to dig my feet into the ground and scream than reckon with any sort of silence. They brought the boxes over before I left New York City. Omniscent forces. I don’t really know. I wrote a check and left a tip and they gave me high-fives and the new place felt a bit too caged, perfect rectangle, white walls and bright lights before I swapped them out for something warmer. I’d become a bit spoiled at least when it came to living conditions. I’d never lived in a place of my own before. I came back to the ocean because, of course, this is the sort of place where summer storms are nicer. Summer storm of the nicest kind outside. I can’t seem to help it. This repeating of myself. Well, the news is smaller now. They are selling the mini-van but not until they haul my sister off to Bushwick, and the touch-and-go kind of violent coordination of the summer has finally slowed and now stopped altogether thank god and, I will be in bartending school for the last week of August and I start my mornings now hanging by my finger tips from a metal rod in the forest or, at least I will do this for as long as I stay out of Godforsaken New-York-City. I played these songs on the drive down the coast Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

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