The zombie apocalypse elects a new government today!
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COLD OUT. Crisp. Short, declarative sentences crackle in sun-kindled Maine morning light. They hypnotize editors sometimes. The sentences do. Aubergine and puffy the readers found it, decomposing on the page: writered to death. A New York Times profile of some guy who died. Read it, or read it not. There is no try.
