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Market
Warmth swelled up; a thick fog of colour and conversation binding like thread, winding through market isles until the air was bright. It was fine stitch work.
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Train Station
Dust drifted solemnly. It scattered itself on black top hats and on the shoulders of business suits.
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January 2019
It’s dark at 4.00 and my fingers are blue and red and numb and walking home feels just like it always does, only darker.
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The mover
6:00am. The Mover awoke with a jolt; head slamming into the car door as he slipped from the seat, scrambling to turn off his alarm.
