The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of gravel in my mouth, a gritty, metallic residue that coated my tongue and lingered long after I had spit into the sterile, white sink of the county asylum’s visitor’s wing, staring at my own face in the cracked mirror which seemed to distort the hollows under my eyes until I looked less like a man of forty-two and more like a scarecrow stitched together from rags and...

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