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Empty
By letmeupme
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It's just as well that today holds no meaning for the man.
It does not hurt, not that much when he doesn't call, just as he didn't call the day before, or the day before that.
Just as he hasn't called for weeks, months, and years.
The man can count how many seconds have passed since he last heard his voice, but doesn't feel like it.
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It's just as well that today, again, he is alone.
It seems he is alone every day these days.
He goes to work, his part-time job.
He will work for four hours, and then go to the grocers.
He will pick up an orange, maybe some wine.
When he gets home, he will carefully check that his only object of value is in its usual place.
Then he will while away his hours with the wine and the orange.
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Looking at the fragment of stone, he wonders if he should feel regretful that his time is slipping away.
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