The Neon Absurdity
The rain in New York didn't fall; it leaked from a sky the color of a dead television channel, mixing with the grease of a thousand street carts to create a shimmering, iridescent sludge on the pavement. Mary sat in a plastic chair in a 24-hour diner, staring at a plate of cold fries. She was a woman of subtraction—a former junior auditor for a mid-sized insurance firm who had been "downsized"...
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