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For a minute there, I lost myself…

Excerpt from an email yesterday (protecting innocence with pseudonyms):

“John, Mary, and myself are all out on vacation Wed-Fri.”


Fingernails on the chalkboard,
A sharp knife along the surface of a ridged metal bottle,
A steel fork scraping along a glass.1

Myself needed this rant.

but I do feel better now.

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