I. I was new, an immigrant only months arrived. I’d come in the store with tears in my eyes, and confessed to the clerk, that the carpenter, months after his promise, still hadn’t started the desk of my dreams. She took off her apron in the bulk food store, and marched me to the carpenter’s
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