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Working at The Factory
Some mornings were rougher than others. Despite the fact that Samuel woke me and made all the goodness Dr. Pong dispensed go away, I was still groggy and tired. I let Samuel drive because I was just asleep on my feet. I didn’t want to wake up, I didn’t feel alert. Thankfully, I didn’t have to be.
I had spent my night thinking about all the stuff that I had seen the day before. I wondered how they ever managed to get lives like that, and I wondered how it was I had managed to get so little. I remembered the horses, the family. I don’t remember ever experiencing my family all at once. It was always one-on-one and through chat. Watching the man play with the little girl while the woman was sleeping. Young boys playing basketball or driving small cars around. They
