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3:30 a.m., slip out the back door before the sun rose, and spend my morning steaming milk and scrubbing espresso machines. By midday, I was hunched over a keyboard at the clinic, my eyes blurring as I entered patient codes into an endless database. My evenings were spent with a mop and a bucket, wiping down the mahogany desks of men who looked exactly continue reading …
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