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12/27/2093

 
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That misty-eyed time of year had come around again.

My partner Jake and I had just finished putting the kibosh on some local chiselers
and the case was closed.
​
Jake was on his way to Sin City for what he called a "real holiday."


Our right hand, Millie, had headed out to the breadbasket to see her parents;
​first time in too long, she had said. She was right.


Me, well, I got to thinking about this new place in the heart of the city I had heard about--
​Chez Kamal.


I decided I'd park myself there for the duration.
Some fancy red and green drinks, take in 
a show or two,
​have a few laughs, cry a few tears and back to the office by Monday.


The way I understood it, you bought your ticket to get in
and you were maybe good 
for right around 70 or 80 years.
​After—they carry you out the door, feet first. No one ever walks out.


I was almost there. The highway weaved like a dream.
​I rolled down the window, took a few drags

 and felt the cool air on my face. 

This was going to be my kind of New Year.


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                          Downtown   Dzianis Kazlouski
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