The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain falls on the wet asphalt of the parking lot behind the precinct, a steady, rhythmic drumming that has become the only metronome you have left to count your remaining seconds by, and you stand there in your soaked uniform, the wool heavy with water and the smell of old coffee and damp concrete, looking at the man who was once your brother in arms and your shadow in the dark, who now...

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