The Pale Dance
The rain hits the glass. It sounds like static. You are in the break room. The coffee is cold. You drink it anyway. It tastes like burnt pennies. You are a detective. You work in the precinct. The walls are beige. The carpet is grey. It is a place for forgetting. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be at the station. But your legs will not move. They are heavy. They are lead....
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