47×365, No. 109 - Death-Defying Ben
by Carolyn
You usually overslept your time slot, dashing in at the last minute in your faded Dostoevsky T-shirt and cut-offs, your huarache sandals slapping the newsroom floor as you raced to throw your empty briefcase on the desk and hog our shared computer just before my shift began.
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