The Elevator Was Out
February twenty-seventh. My neighbor knocked on my door at six-forty Wednesday evening with the expression of a person who has just done math they didn't want to do. The elevator…
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February twenty-seventh. My neighbor knocked on my door at six-forty Wednesday evening with the expression of a person who has just done math they didn't want to do. The elevator…
Read entryFebruary twenty-third. There were three things in the mailbox: a power bill, a furniture store circular I did not ask for, and a letter addressed to someone named M. Okafor. I do…
Read entryFebruary twenty-fifth. The thing about going out on a Wednesday is that you have to make a decision, and the decision is: do I actually want to do this, or do I want to be the kin…
Read entryIt was the kind of cold where your ears go numb before you've made it half a block, and I went to the farmers market anyway. Not because I needed anything. There was nothing on a…
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