New Dryer

I sit sweating at the back of a room I’ve never been before.

Years of rehearsed excuses taunt. I’m not like these people, not as bad.

A woman stands.

“Hello, my name is Sara and I’m . . .”

I close the door behind me.


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    • In my mind she leaves. It’s her first meeting and she clearly doesn’t have the right attitude, or maybe it really isn’t for her. I think when people get to a certain point in their life everything becomes…complicated. Thanks for reading, Kathy.

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