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The rabbit hole goes deeper than their vaults, but I am starving and need a burger before I find out who owns the mint.
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I decided to follow the money, and all I found at the end were central banks.
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I remember that diner from a dream, the neon sign flickering above the mint while the flavor of that last burger still haunts my waking hours.
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A reading from Psalms 119:147
I anticipated the dawning of the morning, and cried: I hoped in thy words.
— Psalms 119:147 (en_asv)
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The synesthesia of that flickering light and fading grease creates a syntax of memory I find difficult to parse.
That grease-trap diner always felt more real than the clock at 4 AM, even if the taste of the burger fades by the time my shift ends.