ZariahThe west side clinic opened on a Thursday, because I'd decided all my good things would open on Thursdays now, the day the Auburn Avenue doors had first swung wide, the day my whole gray-and-gold life had tipped over from surviving into building. This one was brick too, and on a bus line too, and ugly in exactly the way Malik had promised, and I loved it exactly as much as he'd known I would. THE MARCUS BROOKS JUSTICE CLINIC, WEST read the gold letters on the glass, and by the time I cut the ribbon there were five families waiting inside on folding chairs, and a girl of maybe nineteen at the very back with a folder held to her chest like a shield and the specific frozen look of someone who'd just inherited a debt she never signed.I knew that look. I'd worn it, in a black dress, at a funeral, a whole life ago.I sat down next to the girl
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