The Distant Machine

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The train shuddered. It moved. I felt it in my teeth. My name is Arthur. I am a data entry clerk. I sit in a cubicle. The walls are beige. The light is fluorescent. It hums. A low B-flat. It never stops. I am forty years old. I am alone. I am tired. I look at the window. The glass is dirty. I see my face. It is small. It is gray. It looks like a ghost. Or a machine. I think of Clara. She is not...

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