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Fiction by
Wendy S. Delmater /
February 26, 2018It shouldn’t feel like the end of the world. Drew paid for his morning coffee and paper mechanically; held them numbly. He did not count his change. He slogged down the stairs of the Metro, forcing himself to go to work. Work? That elicited a bitter laugh. His occupation was already obsolete. Physicists and rocket […]