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EVERY LAST ONE OF YA

Work sucked. Traffic sucked. The bank sucked.

Mallory hated standing in line. Any line. It didn’t matter where, or when—the grocery store, the DMV, the pickup line at school. Lines brought out the worst of humanity. She used to pray for patience, but that seemed to result in her stuck in an even longer line of people. Patience was a virtue, but it wasn’t a gift. And this line at the bank was a chore.

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