Goodbye to This Transparent Soul

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The rain hits my window as the alarm rings. I’m already up, worried my new coworkers won’t like me very much. Blink. I open the draft I’d worked on the night before, which is a mess of drunken fragments. My deadline is in 10 minutes. Blink. I’m looking at comments, wondering how these strangers know me so well. Blink…
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