supervisor, smiles at me like I can’t tell that she’s faking, and says “Hi, Maddie” and I say “Hi!” but that’s not my name. It’s Millie, not Maddie. I want to go up to her and prostrate myself on her desk, my ribs activating her shitty gold stapler, the one I know she loves so much, over and over, by thrashing, spending staples all over her desk, while I explain to her the difference between Mildred and Madison. I want to press my nose into her keyboard and tell her that my parents both went to grad school, I was raised correctly and in a good home, and it’s an insult to my mother, the
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