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Each morning, I have to take a deep breath before I walk in the doors to the building.

I have to prep myself for the awkward and forced smiles exchanged in the hallway.

I'll make myself drink two cups of shitty coffee, topped with no less than 1 cup of creamer.

I'll sit at my desk for eight hours and imagine.

Plan my escape. It must be done.


~Sister Atticus