On the morning of my birthday, I was sitting in my co-worker’s office for a meeting. I do not remember the content of that meeting, nor who else was in there with us. His office was insufferably hot and his window facing the brick wall of another building was cracked open. In the midst of our conversation, we heard eight loud pops echoing off the brick …
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