I stepped out of the clinic, using my hand to block the sun from getting in my eyes. The crisp air filled my lungs as I walked towards the train station, wanting to go home.
I blended into the early afternoon rush crowd, swiping my card to get through the turnstile. I saw my train approaching the platform and I weaved through everybody to grab a seat for my long ride home.
As I rocked with the motion of the train, I got an email on my phone: “Don’t forget to schedule your appointment for next year.”
“… Adulting sucks.”
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