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Nutshell Kingdom: the morgue
2002


I work in an office built for 16 people, but no one is here over the summer but myself. We help defend capital murder cases, so there can be a slightly macabre feel to the place. By Wednesday, I usually am going out of my mind at the silence. You have to understand, I don't even study in solitude. There is a hum from the lights and no windows of course. I take too many cigarette breaks just to get outside and maybe run into someone to talk to. Eight hours is a long, long time sometimes. My last job, at a bookstore, was also working alone in a secluded basement. It had the same effect on me. Next summer, I'm gonna be social director on a cruise ship. Yeah.

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