The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was thick, a dense brown sludge that clung to the inside of the ceramic bowl with a stubbornness that felt almost personal, like the wet, clinging moss I used to find on the north side of the old oak tree in the yard where we grew up, and I stared at it for a long time, the steam rising in thin, gray ribbons that dissolved into the cold, damp air of the infirmary, a place that smelled...

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