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The agonizing introspection came every afternoon
at 1 p.m., when I got off work. I'd walk home, and even under the blazing summer sun, I shivered with sick dread, my stomach tied in knots by coffee and fear.... the fear that I should get home and today would be the day when I would have to fish my belongings out of the dumpster and go join the homeless camp on the edge of town.... |
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