Jared Is Still Working on That

I catch a whiff of cinnamon in the coffee’s steam as I bring it to my lips. A romantic gesture. He knows that’s how I like it. Outside, the pebbled streets bustle with promise. Lovers hold hands. Serene children trail behind. The screen changes again, and I have to recalibrate. I am now seated in a dusty classroom that reminds me of a commercial for charity. I can hardly believe I am still in the lab. It smells like old plastic or factory-new tennis shoes. There should be a starving child in the desk beside me, but Jared is...

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