The Smallest Rebellion
(V-09: Minimalist Realism) The apartment was a twelve-by-twelve box in Queens, painted a color the landlord called "eggshell" but which Mark recognized as the color of a dying star. Every morning at 6:15 AM, the alarm clock screamed. At 6:20 AM, he brushed his teeth for exactly two minutes. At 6:30 AM, he left for the office, walking the same four blocks, passing the same cracked sidewalk, and...
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