The Wistful Mirror

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The rain hits the window of the bus stop with a sound like static. You are standing there, wet to the bone, holding a duffel bag that feels heavier than it should. It is the kind of weight that settles in the marrow. You look at the crack in the pavement, a jagged line running through the concrete like a vein. You have been staring at it for ten minutes. You are waiting for a bus that you are...

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