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

breathe in that ballroom filled with the sound of my own erasure. I pushed through the service entrance Miranda had specifically mentioned, found an empty hallway near the catering kitchen. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The sounds of celebration muffled to a distant hum.

My fingers shook as I broke the wax seal.

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