Marc Todd

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There was a duration of static where I felt like the voice on the other end of the line could be standing right around the corner from me. As if they were up against my pantry or hallway. The breathing on the line wasn’t in my ear the way a call usually is. The breathing was behind my ear somehow. That voice that sounded like two voices layered on top of one another. One voice wearing another voice like a sleeve.
The Nothing That Is
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