It’s early. Dark outside, kinda cool for the last day of August, but where I’m sitting, it’s white—the clinic is full of white light. I’m in the seating area of the plasma donation clinic, waiting. It looks like there’s a lot of waiting involved. Wait to get in line, wait in line, and then wait while donating. There are probably more stations of waiting that I don’t know about.
Like waiting to be told that I can’t donate.
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