Tag Archives: December 2001

I Stacked the Odds

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading

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