Through Rosa's Eyes
The clinic opened at eight and closed at six, and for eight years Rosa Delgado had been there at seven fifty-five, unlocking the door, turning on the fluorescent light in the hallway that always took three clicks to activate, and making coffee in the little electric kettle that lived in the breakroom next to the refrigerator that smelled faintly of something biological. People assumed she was...
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