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It ‘s night. 12.39 am. The doctor was sitting in a bus station in the outer parks. M2 MacBook air pugged into an outlet and his brain plugged into the laptop. The city that always sleeps is, unironically, sleeping. Booyork, where laziness is more of a necessity than a commodity. People with no home slept Read more
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The dream begins (1) Cal. 34 years old. Goes to bars every night save one. Tonight? Not that one night. Big and hairy and interested in only one thing: Time. If he could buy time he would. As such his apartment room is filled with clocks upon clocks. Old ones. New ones and present ones Read more
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