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The morning did not arrive with light, but with pain. First his back made itself known, then his neck, then the cold in his fingers. He stayed sitting for another moment, the blanket pulled up to his chin, and looked at the wet pavement in front of him. Moisture had gathered...
The night devours the clock, and I let it happen. The streets shine, wet from rain, as if someone had just scrubbed the stage clean. The neon flickers as if it cannot believe it is still burning. I take a deep breath: smoke. Perfume. Cold sweat and cheap gin. To my...
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