The Faded Photograph

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You sit in the back of the gray sedan, the leather seats cold against your thighs, while the city of Chicago blurs into a smear of neon and rain outside the window, and you tell yourself, with a calm that feels like a lie told by a stranger, that you are not a man who runs, you are a man who has simply decided to leave the room because the air has become too thick to breathe, and yet the hands...

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