The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The cough started in the throat, a dry, rattling tick that felt like a key turning in a lock that didn’t fit, and I swallowed it down along with the cold coffee that tasted of rust and old paper. I was forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service etched into the lines around my eyes, and I needed the signature on my transfer papers to the coast before the winter...

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