The Recyclist
The garbage truck smelled the same as it always did. That was the first thing Maria noticed when she climbed into the driver's seat each morning, and the last thing she noticed when she climbed out each evening. It was the smell of other people's lives, compressed and wrapped in plastic and shoved into the back of a metal box. She had been driving this route in Brooklyn for eighteen years....
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