The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

"You look terrible," David said. He did not look up from his screen. The blue light of the monitor cast long, ghostly shadows across his face. He was typing. The keys clacked like dry bones. "I feel fine," you said. "You’re shaking." Your hands were still. They were resting on the edge of the desk. The desk was cold. It was made of glass. You could see the cables underneath. They looked like...

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