I couldn’t cry at the start of the pandemic so I drove to a parking lot, assuming the irony of a strip mall would set something off. It didn’t. Then, I drove to a graveyard with a giant Jesus statue and stared at its stone eyes, but no tears came.
The moment I realized the pandemic was real was the Tuesday when school shut down. I went to the 90s bathro…
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