The Distant Summer

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2026-08-23 04:21:24 -

July 14, 2023 The pen in my hand was a cheap ballpoint, the kind the supply closet dispenses in bulk, and its weight felt absurdly light against the grain of the paper, as if I were holding a sliver of bone rather than plastic. I was trying to write the request for transfer, the one that had been sitting in my mind like a stone in a shoe for two years, ever since the asphalt cracked under...

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