They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything – The Archivist

He looked at the letter, looked at me, and his face didn’t change at all.

“Oh, that,” he said, tossing it onto his desk like junk mail. “It’s just a timing thing. I’ll get it sorted.”

“My name is on this notice, Andrew. The state is going to come after me if it’s not paid.”

He sighed — the sigh he used when I was being difficult.

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