The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The coal dust was in my lungs. It was in my hair. It was in the weave of the wool coat. I wore it like a second skin. It had been there for twenty years. Margaret sat by the window. The light was gray. It cut through the glass. She did not look at me. She looked at the street. I held the letter in my hand. It was thick. It was white. It stood out against the black of my fingers. "You have been...

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