Unrecoverable

I glance at my watch. Eleven o'clock. I rub my eyes, aware¬†that my hands are far from clean. Dried sweat and grimy hand sanitizer¬†cling shamelessly to my knuckles and nails. But I couldn't care less. Twenty feet in front of me over two hundred people wait patiently, both anxious and eager to be seen by … Continue reading Unrecoverable

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