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2011-10-08
old man's hands


I repair my aging firearms in the stale breath of abandoned subway tunnels. No one hears my failure. Way down here. I hacked an old stereo receiver. I hacked a laptop. I hacked the water running through the veins of a city the planet forgot.


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