The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

October 14, 1998 The pine needles on the desk are dead things, brown and brittle, and I have been staring at them for an hour while the rain hammers against the single pane of glass that separates my office from the grey, indifferent world outside. I am thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last six years on this border, watching the line, holding the line, and now I am watching the debt...

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