“I bought a movie ticket for seven.”
“Are you going alone?”
I smiled.
“Watch me.”
At six, the office lights began switching off.
For once, I was not the final person to leave.
Our receptionist checked the doors and called after me.
“Claire, if you remain another five minutes, I will be forced to record unauthorized overtime.”
I took my coat.
My gray notebook remained on an open shelf in my office.
It was not locked in a safe.
It was not displayed as a monument to my suffering.
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