The Distant Joke
You look at me like I’m holding a grenade with the pin already pulled, but I’m just standing here, in the rain, with my hands in the pockets of a coat that hasn’t been dry since Tuesday, and I need you to understand that I am not the kind of man who breaks things on purpose, not anymore, not since the night the wall in the basement of the precinct started bleeding rust-colored water that...
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