I met her on the edge. She was on the edge, not me. Of a bridge I mean. It feels like it should be a metaphorical bridge but it wasn’t. It really should have been. That would have made it 10x easier to walk away. I wouldn’t look like an asshole for walking away if it was metaphorical. But how do...
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New York City
2:39pm. Thursday.
Marie Genesis Carter.
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The day had been slow. Marie’s bakery has always been slow. It was almost summer and most college students were in the small cafe for studying or just some snacks here and there. Ms. Carter still didn’t mind. Everyone was...