Harbinger of doom

You’d think that everything would arrive at once, a clean cut, over and done with. But, no. Every day brought one new reminder that I was no longer going to the place where my co-workers and friends were. I am an outsider, no longer welcome into the hallowed halls.

Friday the final separation papers arrived.

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