The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain on the glass was a static hiss. It blurred the neon of the city outside into long, vertical streaks of red and blue. I sat in the back of the squad car. The leather smelled of old sweat and ozone. My hands were cuffed behind my back. The metal bit into my wrists. I did not flinch. I had been trained to hold still. To endure. To wait. Officer Miller sat in the front passenger seat. He...

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