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A never-ending bleep of a phoneCrisp packets rustling in the corner of a roomA dry mouth coughing your favourite tuneLaughter hissing like a tortured snake.A feeling haunts your mind on your coffee breakThe squeaking of a chair and creaking floorboard.A thought was once there, now absorbedby the printer’s whirring and constant gurgling. God. This isContinue reading “Hot off the Press”