Throwing Stones in a Glass House: Physically and Metaphorically

Throwing Stones in a Glass House: Physically and Metaphorically

The next morning I woke up and went down for breakfast before work, and I see them sitting in the open air of the kitchen table bundled up in their jackets with only the faintest hints of sunlight. I sit down with knots in my stomach. He looks at me and says, “Joshua, are you excited to be here?”

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