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Is Your Glass Eye Half Full Or…

 It’s early Saturday when I try entering the bank, my debit card not cooperating, when a skinny black man in army fatigues with a glass eye lets me in. “The bank ain’t open yet,” he says, when he sees me … Continue reading

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