I am sitting in the kitchen, in the dark. I feel like I am in a motel. The refrigerator rumbles like a groggy, forgotten god. The clock ticks like a memory of a debt owed. The table shakes as I type these words. Maybe this is a motel: The motel of life, where every room [...]
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