Cold Coffee in the Void
The radio stopped talking on a Thursday. I don't remember what it said before it stopped. Something about the sun. Something about staying inside. I locked the basement door because that's what you do when someone tells you to stay inside—you stay inside. It's not a decision. It's a habit. My name is Dale Cooper. I'm forty-five years old. I used to work at the GM plant in Lorain, Ohio, until...
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