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Days, weeks, months and years: shallowness
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Haleh has a calendar on her wall with a small block for each day of the month under a nice, restful picture. Drug companies give out plenty of calendars at County, but she always thought they were tacky.
Normally, she wouldn't even notice it on her way to pull a shift or get groceries, but her wall would be bare without it.
Today is different. Today she has nothing to do but go to the HR, like Eve said, and get her slap in the face officially. After that, she'll come back home. There's nothing else down in her calendar.
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