Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

up. No one thought to look. This was where I operated best – in the infrastructure, in the background, in the spaces between what people noticed.

I lifted my glass of sparkling water, the only thing I trusted myself to hold steady, and took a small sip. The carbonation hissed against my teeth, metallic and sharp. It tasted like anticipation.

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