The Pedestrian
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The pedestrian light turned green exactly as I stepped onto the lane. The honks of cars during the afternoon rush were drowned out by the pop music playing through my headphones. My…
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The Applicant
I embraced my backpack tightly, or should I say front pack? Rather than carrying the bag on my back, I placed it in front. A pair of pants, a shirt, and my resume – these were tightly stuffed inside. The bus…
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