The Wistful Letter
March 14 The ivy is eating the glass again. I watched it pull the pane inward with a sound like a bone snapping, just as Halloway finished his speech. He stood by the window, his back to us, his voice flat and dry as old paper. "Effective immediately, the night shift stipend is revoked. The budget cannot support luxuries." He didn’t look at me. He didn’t need to. I knew he was looking at the...
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