The Secret Life of Pain

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No doubt they were wondering why I was sitting on my briefcase. I joked to no one in particular “My nuclear codes,” trying to deflect awkwardness. The case actually concealed an orthotic sitting cushion that muffled the pain in my lower back; without it, silent shrieking was all I heard.
Or maybe they had noticed I was the only one sweating. The air-conditioning tempered the tropical heat, but it was no match for the corset heat wrap that lay discreetly under my tailored suit…