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The form says unanimous. My name waits beneath it. I know the room’s small choreography: hands folded, chin level, a smile arriving before the question is done. The pen reaches me. I cross out *unanimous*. “No.” The word falls short of the far wall. The woman beside me leaves her square empty. “Not me either.” Outside, under the carpark lamps, one heel marks time on tar. Another catches it. Our steps stumble, then find a measure. We dance, still angry, without forgiving the room behind us.
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