DAY 1 5:26 pm. The wood was bird's-eye maple,smooth and satiny beneath her fingertips. Ididn't know what he was doing'. But they were in his office.
A portion of the anonymous black bootcame into view. Another twenty-four hours to wanderthrough, trying to function, looking like a normal person, appearing asher former self, an impostor. I won't put what Ifeel on display for an audience. The near stall was empty.
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