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Results
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Results Under the fluorescent lights of the city clinic, I can feel myself becoming myth as the counselor shakes my hand, sends me on my way. I resist the urge to look back, think of the most beautiful of losers—Lot’s wife in her dress of salt. Instead, I walk in slo-mo through the early dusk of daylight savings, join the owls in asking the only question that they know. My worst fear has come true, and there’s no one else to blame. My worst fear has come true, and I am still here walking. Even with the sun gone, some things won’t surrender— the blossoms of the Angel Trumpet Tree remain open, listening to a story they’ve already heard. ...