This morning I watched the world piece together while walking from the parking garage to the office. Lisa passed me in her red SUV, simultaneously waving and looking for a space. I imagined us walking to work together and chatting, like we were equals, like we were the same age and had applied for these jobs together. I looked down to the street and saw the two bankers who process my work's deposits daily, one a mousy pale girl with long bleached hair, the other a tall, tan-skinned woman I…
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