The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had a specific, industrial texture that morning, a coarse grit that slicked the asphalt of the highway in a sheen of oil and regret, and I was driving the truck with a violence that felt less like anger and more like a desperate attempt to outrun the physics of my own failure, the engine screaming a high, thin note against the backdrop of the storm that was swallowing the last of the...

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