Anja Culbertson

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“My nail. I had a QR code inlaid into the gel polish with all of my socials. If you open your camera, you can scan it and voilà!” “Are you kidding me?” The words escaped my mouth before I could even stop them. “No! I kid you not! It’s all the rage. It’s like a portable business card, but even better.” “Aren’t business cards already portable? Never mind.”
The Last Phone Booth in Manhattan
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