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Grandma Louise always told me to have more confidence. Chin up, eyes ahead! The

sun is still shining, isn’t it? I’d roll my eyes, laugh, and throw my shoulders back, trying to

exude simultaneous nonchalance and poise. I’d always know, though, that wasn’t

confidence that got me this job. It was excruciating attention to the precision of my

measurements. It was awareness of the responsibility I held by having access to the water

supply of every single household. I expertly navigated the shelf, hesitated for a moment,

then selected a translucent bottle. I scooped out a small, freakishly white sample, scrolled

to her address, and clicked it. A lid popped open, and I poured it in. I pictured her slumped

figure, chin resting on her chest, eyes closed. Dark. That is... if all goes well. It’s a good thing 

I’m confident.