December 26, 2011 03:41:52 PM
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Charles
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Six AM insomnia, a car outside idles its calm putter of smoke through rusty holes. Crystal dewdrops melt on a spider-cracked windshield. I am late, and nothing stirs outside the morning of Christmas Eve, not even a mouse. With coffee in hand, and a dreamless mind, I drive. The street-lights are frozen to this moment. A moment the boss will never understand, a moment not for sale.
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