It is past midnight in Addlestone library. I am hunched over a computer, squinting into a rough draft of my DIAC essay on the cycle of crime which lead poisoning introduces into low-income communities of color. I hack at the keyboard, but my efforts are to little avail. Taking a break to check my phone, […]
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