The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain on the glass sounded like static. It was a low, continuous hiss. I watched it bead and slide. Outside, the world was gray. Inside, the house was white. Too white. The paint was fresh. It smelled of chemicals and silence. My hands shook. I held the glass tight. The water inside was cold. I needed it to be cold. I looked at the bottle on the table. It was red. Deep, arterial red. I had...

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