I Tipped An Exhausted Waitress One Hundred Dollars Until I Found Something In My Takeout Box

partly because they fill the available time and partly because the alternative is the apartment. I am thirty-eight years old and I have built a life that functions, in the sense that all the mechanical and financial requirements of adult existence are met and met well, and that is emptier than I allow myself to think about for too long.

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