The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The office was a white cube. We were a white cube. I was a white cube. My hand was red. It hung down by my side. It did not move. It was the only color in the room. The red was bright. It was alive. The rest of us were dead. We sat in the chair. We looked at the screen. The screen was blue. The light was cold. I looked at my hand. The hand looked at me. It was my hand. But it was not me. It was...

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