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Separation is key here: white from yolk, cream from coffee, each square a pit to fall into, rounded on some edges, hard and harsh like the prongs on a fork in others. The lights flicker and pulse, the scraping of metal on metal a comfort of sorts. If they were to let us behind the [...]

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Congratulations grandma, you’re eighty, and you still bus into the city and take the subway. You wait in line, you walk (but never jog, never ever jog). It’s time. Time for you to look as mean as a bulldog and take advantage of senility. You like to guess where the bus door is going to [...]

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