The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had stopped before I left the house, but the streets still held the memory of it. Puddles reflected the grey sky in distorted, trembling shards. I looked at them and saw nothing. Just water. Just wet pavement. I was leaving. That was the only fact that mattered. I carried a single bag. It was light. Too light for the weight of what I had done. I walked out of the house. The door...

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