Sam Lipsyte

published in The New Yorker
The narrator of this darkly comical short story is writing an apology letter for an egregious act he performed in the office. The thing is, he's not really sorry about it. He's been at the company so long that he knows "where the bodies are buried, metaphorically speaking" and uses this immunity to sneak through a weak apology, if we could call it one at all.
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