Category: Books & Short Stories
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The New System
By John Agliata “Have a seat,” Mr. Polson said. And so she sat. Cheryl’s backside sunk into the chair, and the cushion expelled a humiliating whoosh of stale air. She tugged at her flowered calf-length dress to unpinch it from the too-tight sides of her seat and smoothed it over her thick legs. No chair…