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the papers on the table.
“What’s all that?” he asked.
“Records,” I said.
He stared a moment longer, then walked past without another word.
His indifference helped more than he knew. It confirmed how invisible I’d become, how easy it had been for them to decide I no longer belonged.
Before leaving for work, I walked through the house slowly.
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