Ten minutes later, Rebecca found herself sitting on a small plastic chair, blue and meant for middle-school children, surrounded by 80 or so would-be volunteers, radiating from her like rays from a sun -- or, depending on how one saw it, like a school of carnivorous fish circling a guppy.
The rest of this story is no longer online, but does appear in the book "The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, or Optimism."
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