The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The shirt is gray. It hangs on the hook. You look at it. It is thin. The fabric stretches. The weave is loose. It was new once. Now it is old. You wear it to work. The air is cold. The office is a box. Steel and glass. Lights buzz low. You sit at your desk. The chair creaks. You are tired. Your bones ache. You count the days. You count the hours. You count the cents. Rent is due. The bank...

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