Somebody stands in a window, watches the river roll; trains rumble in the foreground with the weight of approaching dawn. Flames from the refinery rise, broken, red, and riveting, and the high vault of heaven looks far away and cold. There's a howling in the factory yard; there's a pounding in my head. I'm swollen up with unshed tears, bloated like
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*sets clock to come back and check*
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But before then, I have Dial tones waiting for me.
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So now I get to suffer Deep, Tearing Indecision. But the good kind.
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(I actually was vaguely inspired by what Shadow Unit did for their season finale, and watching how well it worked for them. I hope it works here, too.)
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a) a snow shovel
b) a backup snow shovel
c) a hardhat
d) a St. Bernard?
Because it would be terrible to lose you in drifted email comments.
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I hope others enjoy it in its serialised form, however!
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