It Will Never Get Any Better Than This

Woozy from my fourth booster shot this month, I hold myself up against a lamppost. The early-morning sun hurts my eyes, used as they are to the constant glow of computer screens. The liquor stores are open, but the bookstores are closed, boarded with plywood rotted from the ravages of time. My eyes drift skyward, …

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