A smattering of mail was spread across the table opposite me as I ate lunch. Or breakfast depending on your point of view. First meal of the day around noon, leftover chicken pot pie.
A magazine was mostly upside down and I tried to read the cover, sounding it out in my head:
Ex-patriation?
That doesn't make sense for Popular Photography.
Ex-pirate something?
And then it dawned on me though I was a little sad there were no pirates.
Expiration.
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