My name is not Eliza. Eliza is dead. I’m wearing my name tag, which says Eliza. My name tag is fixed to my uniform, a red polo shirt. I’m wearing tan cargo pants. All my co-workers wear standard khaki pants, so I believe that my cargo pockets give me a slightly dyke-y edge. Do you remember Alex from Target? Well, I’m a little like Alex from Target. We a…
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