The Same Story
Before she understood that her life was a pattern repeating itself at every scale, Nina thought she was simply teaching English to twelve women in the basement of a Methodist church on Wednesday nights. She thought she was doing something small. The classroom was a rectangle of beige cinderblock with fluorescent lights that hummed at a frequency just below pain. There were thirteen folding...
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