All Grown Up Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz |
Home, after leaving work early. I pick the mail up from the box and
flip through it. Bills, mostly. I should have paid them weeks ago, but the
bank won't let me write checks until the dollar amount in my account is
above zero. Inside the house, I drop the envelopes on the stack of overdue
library books sitting on the counter.
So much I'm needing to take care of—tomorrow.
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