The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hits the window like static. You are sitting in the chair. It is a good chair. Leather. Worn at the arms. It smells of old tobacco and damp wool. You have been sitting in it for three hours. Your legs are numb. You do not move. You are afraid that if you move, you will break. The phone is on the table. It rings. You let it ring. The screen lights up the dark room. A name scrolls across...

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