The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain on the windshield was a static noise. It blurred the world into gray smears of light. I watched them go. The car was a black sedan. It was quiet. Too quiet. Inside, my hands gripped the wheel. They were white knuckles. I was the driver. I was the witness. I was the cell. The building loomed ahead. It was a glass tower. It reflected the sky. The sky was dead. We were at the edge of the...

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