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The funeral had been quiet, not in an eerie way, but because nobody had anything to say about Morrigan Walsh, who had died from cancer the week prior. I had worked with her for years, greeted her countless times, yet I my thoughts had never once drifted in her direction. Cubicle blindness, I kept thinking, as our boss eulogized this dead woman, giving ode to her timeliness and how neat her desk was.
