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the operations floor while employees pretended not to stare.
I didn’t cry until I reached my car.
Not because I was fired.
Because as I sat in the parking lot with that cardboard box on the passenger seat, I realized no one was coming after me.
Not my father.
Not my mother.
Not Preston, whose mess I had covered more times than I could count.
Not Meredith,continue reading …
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