At first, I tried to ignore it. Offices are full of small discomforts—noisy keyboards, cold air vents, burnt coffee—and I told myself this was just another one. But as the …
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I noticed him at the bus stop just as the morning rush swallowed the sidewalk. He couldn’t have been more than twelve. His backpack was worn thin, one strap frayed, …
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