for those i see constantly but know little
As a child, I remember visiting the local bank. Dark, shiny wood paneling lined the walls. People in formal attire smiled and handed out Dum Dums. Black pens hung on beaded chains. Chatter remained hushed. I loved going to the bank and listening to the familiar interactions my parents had with [...]







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