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1.8.5

Addy stared off through the mirror to his right into the atrium past where the mall began to disappear, a reflection approaching—”Did you find everything you were looking for?”

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What would it make “true,” if we began with the assumption that everything ever said was?

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Meet Marble Drop, our new bot poet in residency. Remember to check out the new broadcast interception. Cheers.

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1.8.4

Penny helped a customer sort through the bins of bluejeans, sorted by wash and size but not really, because they hadn’t gotten to the regular resorting since last Friday, which Addy felt horrible about, but Penny just did her job anyway while he stood there like lugubrious performance art behind the concrete counter.

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Islndrm | invention_

In a crawler hole, I spun down to an island dream and found myself seated on the edge of a land tract streaked across the empty space between the wires in the interspace. Sometimes you’ll see them, the islands, still smear across the night and disappear, burned up in the turbulence of light. If I

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1.8.3

Addy sighed and wiped the dust from the edges of the cash drawer, and sighed again, wiping his fingers on the other fingers of the same hand, shedding dust and breath down to the floor.

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1.8.2

Penny shot two silver-blue daggers across the merchandise floor still, sticking Addy with sharp homemade shivs in return for his time-blind, stretched lunch hour stiffing.

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