All I knew about her was what she presented to the world every day between 1 and 2pm at the cafeteria. Nor could I explain why I was so fixated on this baseless prejudice. I didn't know her name.I had never had a conversation with her ever before. I waited in line at the soup station to pick up yet another cup of the daily selection-the same choice paired with a bread roll overpriced for its size. I wanted to shake off this bravado which clung to me and return to my mundane existence. In an immature way that we often feel but seldom share, I wanted to become one of them. I knew I was about to do the right thing.Then why did I feel so uncertain about it? A surge of envy took me by surprise as I looked at busy heads around me-walking towards the cafeteria,walking back to work,huddled in gossip or staring seriously at the ground. And yet, my fingers felt cold and clammy. The day was no different from a thousand others I'd spent here. At precisely 1pm, I trudged along the concrete walkway to the cafeteria as irritated geese honked at my disturbance.
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