They Are Among Us

December 14, 2007
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My day had been off. The busier sidewalk, my taken parking spot, and odd people flooding the door made me late.

I turn the corner to see a man in my desk. What is going on today? My pens, plant, and picture are replaced.

The accident crashes into my memory, and my death is replayed.





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