“Unfortunately, Bailey, I don’t think you can help.” “Oh.” Disappointment, sharp and bitter, lands with surprising force. At the same time, the blow is softened by a bright ribbon of pleasure curling through me. He knows my name! A tiny thing, really, especially when he’s been coming in for months. But we hardly ever address each other. When did I even tell him my name? The very first time he came in? And he remembers? It makes me double down on my bravery, which is starting to feel a whole lot more like recklessness. I shake my head and cross my arms. This presses the edge of the letter
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