Bob Miller woke up at six in the morning and made coffee and drank it standing at the kitchen window and watched a truck drive past on the street and thought about nothing for twelve minutes, which...
The day was the same as every other day. He showered. He put on the same jeans he had worn yesterday, the same shirt that was grey but not quite grey, more the colour of a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. He left the apartment at seven and walked to the employment office on East 55th Street and stood in line and waited. He had been standing in lines for seven months. The man at the desk...
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