If you keep on waiting in line

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If feels like it's about one hundred and five degrees in here. Sweat drips off you and joins the sweat of the others in line, a oily pool of human coolant, reflecting little rainbows off the long flickering strips of office lighting. A humid human fog that hangs in the air. Finally, your number is called...