For the Birds
You’re late. My (bloodshot) eyes dropped, not in shame, but in search of explanation. My iPhone read 10:54 a.m. Where have you been? No excuses, I thought. I am sorry. I flat out overslept. I was up until 3:45 a.m. Are you sick? No. Why were you up so late? You wouldn’t understand. Amuse me. OK. You have passions outside of work, right? Baseball is mine. Last night I began watching a baseball...
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