Dispatches from Invisibility

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I recognize her face the moment I enter the darkened lounge. We worked together at that restaurant, now over two years ago. Though we only shared a smattering of shifts, I fondly recall moments of ridiculing our terrible boss together. As I walk toward her on the way to the open mic sign up table, I keep my head down, my instinct to avoid how-have-you-been small talk telling me it’s best to remain undetected. I pass by, sign up, then pass…