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secret motel vs. the end of the world

I took my job application to a warehouse on the edge of town. The loading dock was deserted, no cars or trucks for miles around. I wandered in an empty field until dusk. The dead grass smelled like chemicals. The chemical smell was strong enough to repel birds and clouds. I found a liquor store in a neighborhood of boarded-up houses. I bought a beer and opened it on the sidewalk. It was completely dark outside. I did not want to leave my little clearing of light falling through the caged window.

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