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The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Community Center smelled of stale beer and the metallic tang of the industrial cleaning solution that the volunteers had scrubbed into the linoleum with a ferocity that suggested they were trying to erase the very concept of the floor rather than just the spills. You stood at the edge of the room, your hands clasped behind your back in a posture of studied...
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