The Wistful Dinner

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The rain on the windshield is a static hiss. You are driving. Your hands grip the leather at ten and two. They do not tremble. You have trained them not to tremble. The road is wet and black. It reflects the headlights like oil. You are going to the coast. You are going to see her. You are going to say the thing. You are not going to say the thing. You are going to burn the house down. No. Not...

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