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Glenn and I hadn’t spoken much on the way back, letting our adrenaline and emotions settle before saying anything else we might regret. It was hard to believe it was barely past noon when we arrived at Cooper’s. I felt wrung out, like I’d experienced more than enough for an entire day already. An entire fricking year. I wished some magical, industrious creatures would finish my work for me while I went home, locked the doors and closed the curtains, and curled in my bed for a long nap.
Perhaps after a stiff, midday drink.
I abused my body in an alternative, culturally acceptable way and hit a drive-through. Back at my office, I arranged my desk carefully to avoid dripping fast food sloopy sauce on the envelope from the Archives. The typed reports could use another once-over, but the
