Keys? Check. Wallet? Check. Oh no. I forgot my phone. My chest tightens like a fist. Heat rushes to my face. My hands are shaking. Pockets—left, right, jacket, bag— empty. Again. Again. No. No no no no. My heart is pounding too hard, like it’s trying to break
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Mart creates from the edge. Essays, stories, and experiments from the frontier of thought.
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