Aliens “For D.” C. Cimmone I called Ruth today. I told her I was sitting at the pharmacy in one of those uncomfortable chairs and I found myself staring at the pipes in the ceiling. I heard the tapping of computer keys and the muffled voices from the drive-thru window. I heard paper rustling and staples tapping. I heard shuffling steps. I heard the humming of the air vent above me. I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. The […]
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