Necropolis

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I don’t think I literally live and work in cities of the dead until I have to get through certain days.

I got a few texts from one of my bosses before my shift started. There had been a shooting at an intersection in a city about 10 miles north of where I live. It involved an ex-boyfriend with a short temper and a gun crossing paths with a woman taking her two children to a day-care center.

I got there on time and talked to a police department spokesman, who pointed out the green spray-painted spots on the road where the woman’s sport-utility vehicle had gotten boxed in before the single shot rang out at a quarter to eight in the morning, with the kids still sitting and watching from the backseat.

I made it through today. Not everybody who started today did. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.

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