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Fiction

a short story before we walk out the door

I’m not sure where this came from, but I woke up at 3:33 on the first day of the year with these words in my head. Such things don’t happen often. I rolled over and wrote a note on my phone, a cloud with an angry mind. It was enough to help me remember the rest of the story, short as it is.

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