A manuscript about shopping centers
was propped up in front of me,
beside the computer.

At the front of the room, under a
round clock, the Supervisor,
began writing in the notebook she always
carried with her. Unaturally black hair
curled tightly around her ears.
Small containers full of
pencils, paperclips, and rubber stamps
were neatly arranged on her desk.




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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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