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The coat is heavy. You know this. You have worn it for ten years. It is wool. It is gray. It is yours. You stand at the gate. The rain falls. It is cold. You look back. The city sleeps. The bells ring. One. Two. Three. You do not move. Your breath is a cloud. It dies in the air. You are a clerk. You count ledgers. You sign papers. You are ordinary. You are safe. But the sickness is in your...
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