Chapter 12

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By late Friday afternoon, I had a bit of a routine to my days; get up at seven after sleeping ten hours—apparently, I was exhausted—drink coffee, and attempt not to burn breakfast or the apartment after watching how-to video. After cleaning up, I would wander the city. Sometimes I ended up in the library. Or I’d go to the museum, perhaps take a tour.

I’d visited Lisa, on occasion, and she’d teased me about not wearing a suit and being so “chill,” asshe called it. The whole thing was relaxing in a way I hadn’t realized was possible, and now I was at home, trying to decide what to wear to milkshake night with my friends. I’d donated all my suits, save one. I swore to myself that I would never get another job that required such attire day in and out.