Waiting Room of the In-Between
Dispatch from the Edge #7
I’m in a waiting room with no magazines. Just flickering fluorescent lights buzzing faintly, casting a sickly glow over cracked linoleum, and a tinny, existential hold music playing on loop, somewher…
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