It was lunchtime that day and the staff had gathered behind closed doors to hide from the public. The management had provided tables but no privacy and conversations could be easily overheard. Down the table from me were four women. They were laughing at something, a very natural, honest sound. It hardly registered with me. Then came the stillness.
It wa…
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