They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything

is simply executing it.

He did not hand one to me.

I reached toward the stack in his hand, the natural gesture of a person expecting to be included in a group they belong to, and he looked at me with something that might have been discomfort if he had let himself feel it fully.

“We have exact counts,” he said. “Couldn’t account for extras.”

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