The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

November 12th. The rain hits the glass. It is cold. My hands are shaking. I write this. I must write this. The ink smudges. I let it. I am old now. Old and tired. The chair creaks. It is a bad chair. It belongs to the firm. To the firm that owns me. To the firm that owns everyone. I remember the day. It was not a good day. The sky was gray. Flat. Like a piece of tin. I was in the office. The...

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