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  • Glass breaks outside because this is what a sick day sounds like. Glass breaks in such a satisfying way -- it pops, or shatters, or twinkles or all three at once when it's loaded in the garbage truck. Or maybe it's the recycling truck -- I can't see it and I can't account for where my neighbors put their glass.

    But today I'm just sick enough to stay home. I drink the coffee left after Mary went to work. The strike is over and she's back to student teaching. Before she left she asked "Why couldn't you have been sick during the strike and we could have spent all day in bed?" We could have both heard glass break through the open windows.
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