[…] Punch in, punch out; as the weary depart; you are alert on the headset; she is shifting packages among conveyors, up, down, across slides the latte. Clinkety clink go the coins and rustle of crumpled ones, out of pockets and into tip jars. Brake, stop, go, the drive thru, the sausage biscuits. The scrubs and IVs and X-Rays […]
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