After next morning’s breakfast, I tuck my document and flash drive deep into my pocket and hoof it 20 blocks south to the FedEx shop I’d passed many times. My funds are limited to the little I money earn doing odd jobs around St. Luke’s.
A kindly salesclerk accesses the flash drive to see how much printing might be involved. Studying her computer screen …
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