| Sarah sat down at her desk and looked over the familiar collection of brick-a-brack. There was her panda salt shaker, now filled with potpourri, the acrylic paper weight her brother had made for her at the Y, (the daisy trapped inside still bright though it had been twenty years), the picture of her parents, the plastic Dino the dinosaur, et cetera. Her mother's miniature pendulum clock had stopped running years ago and no amount of tinkering or jiggling would make it run. I'm still just a kid, Sarah thought, thirty-seven and still a little girl with a desk full of trinkets! Sarah had finished college with a degree in sociology, but what did sociologists do, really? They probably all became secretaries like me, she thought, at least the women anyway. She'd been working at Wally's Wonder World for fourteen years; first as a stocking clerk, endlessly replacing and re-arranging the dolls and plastic models and balls and bats and tea sets and trolleys and the countless cheap p...
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