After popping three aspirins in my mouth, I chew them slow and swig down the last of my whiskey. I toss the bottle out the door and it’s out of sight before it shatters on the rocks below. On the train it’s difficult to see what’s up close, but in the distance, where the world moves slower, it’s easier. Sunshine mirrors off the dew still on the leaves and grass and across the corn fields. A chill lingers in the morning air.
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