by Lena Vasik
A produce buyer, her AI dispatcher, and the ex who flew through Minneapolis to warn her without being allowed to say a word.
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The misters came on at 6:47 and I told myself the tight feeling in my chest was the cold, not the back of a suit I'd spent four years training myself not to recognize.
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