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The Briefcase

Mar 26th, 2012 | By

ShareTweet The room was square and black, black like dead man lips. A door opens, piss yellow light snakes through. He follows, I can’t see his face. With his left hand he tugs the dangling chord, corpse cold. Sterile light drips from overhead. Underneath is a flimsy, rectangle table. With his right hand he places
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