Lunch at the deli a couple blocks away—fluorescent lights not allowed. I had a turkey club and a pickle spear that was aggressively rude. Alicia went with tomato soup and half a grilled cheese. And for a tiny moment, everything just felt okay. Oh, and I said the thing in the meeting. Alicia said it was spot on. Then Noah sent me a shelf label that read “for the quietly hopeful”—which maybe doesn’t sum up the whole afternoon, but still.

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