The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The door sticks. You push. It groans. A dry, wooden shriek that cuts through the sterile hum of the office. You are late. Again. The carpet is gray. It is thin. It has worn through to the concrete beneath in the hallway outside your cubicle. You see the gray stone. It looks like a bruise. It looks like a mouth. You sit down. Your chair squeaks. The computer screen glows. Blue light. Cold. It...

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