The Wistful Show
The letter from the care home was three pages long, printed on heavy cream stock that felt expensive under your fingers, the ink a stark, unforgiving black. You sat in the corner of the glass-walled conference room, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in your teeth, and you read the line about the increased supervision fees twice, the numbers blurring...
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