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Emma dashed out of the bar through the side exit. In the silent alley, she exploded into laughter. She laughed until tears rolled down her face.
And then she wondered if she were laughing or crying.
She was so confused that she bummed a cigarette from one of the bar’s workers, forgetting she had quit smoking twenty five years ago…..a year after…
She smoked, enjoying the sensation, enjoying feeling like that Emma who had lived with her parents.
That Emma Hirsch who had gone for her first job, full of promise and excitement. That tiny little Emma Hirsch who was so happy.
She could see that day, the trip to her first job, and of course, the office.
