The Laundry of Oblivion

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The laundromat in Brooklyn was a place of rhythmic thumping and the smell of bleach and old sweat. Arthur was a man of habit, an office drone who spent his Saturdays watching his shirts spin in a circle, a metaphor for his own existence. He was a man who had accepted the beige nature of his life. One rainy Saturday, a stranger collapsed against a row of dryers. The man was dressed in a suit...

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