The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the asphalt. It is cold. It is sharp. You feel it on your skin. You are alone. You stand in the alley. The city breathes around you. The air smells of wet garbage and ozone. You are a soldier. Or a cop. The titles do not matter. You carry the weight. The weight is in your bones. Your hand is empty. You look at it. The fingers are curled. The knuckles are white. You remember the...

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